A month...

It's been nearly a month...

I still cry, just not every day and not for hours....I read something or see a photo of someone I know with their baby or pregnant belly and it tears me appart. It's like there is part of me that is happy for them and part of me that is angry that I'm not getting that same chance to grow round with my baby then hold it and take millions of photos to celebrate the miracle of life...instead I feel empty and ripped off.

It is this exactly!

I'm trying to let myself just feel the emotions instead of eating to push it down as I've done in the past...but it's so hard, I'd rather not feel the way I'm feeling.