It's Monday again.
Three weeks later.
It's a hard day today for some reason.
I sometimes have a hard time, wishing I were still pregnant. Wishing that were what we were going through, rather than the loss.
Brandon reminds me that he lived exactly the days that were planned for him in my belly.
These emotions come on like a monsoon sometimes, sweeping in and then leaving as quickly as they came. Today, it was more like a string of hurricanes, that just continue to hit, growing in intensity as they did.
Did I mention we're trying to take a relaxing vacation? I suppose that is when some of this surfaces.
Could use prayer.
I just miss him.
I know that we will move forward.
And things will continue to get easier.
But it does feel empty. In my arms. In my heart.
Choosing to trust Jesus through the pain.
But oh man, it hurts.
More than natural childbirth :)