Today is the second anniversary of what I call D-day.
|Jamie's 28 week ultrasound.|
Funny, I didn't realize why I was in a funk this week until I looked at the date on the calendar. I knew it was approaching earlier this month and I could feel the build-up, but with our trip, I became distracted.
In a good way, or a bad way?
I am not sure.
It is a weird day because I can't, and frankly, won't celebrate it.
I guess it is kind of like Pearl Harbor or 9/11. It isn't like her birthday where I can remember how wonderful she was.
It is just a day to pause.
I made a lot of progress last night on Bug's quilt (the puffy quilt). Borders are on and binding is cut and ironed/folded. The batting is cut to size.I just need to go buy some backing material. The fabric I had planned was a tad to floral for me.
It's raining again, so I am hoping I finish it today so I can mail it off!
Since I will be out and about, I will run out to the store to buy Button some spoons and bowls so we can try some cereal this weekend.
Maybe that will get me out of my funk?
*HUGS*. My thoughts are with you. Thanks for teaching me about thanatophoric dysplasia. I didn't know about it before.ReplyDelete
D-day was harder for me than even his birthday. Weird how it sneaks up on you.ReplyDelete
I'm so excited for my Babybug to do tummy time on the puffy quilt when it's done! <3
@Salma: Thank you for sending me a virtual hug!ReplyDelete
Megan: Yes, it is just a blah day...ALMOST DONE!!!!
I know how D-Day can be. (((hug)))ReplyDelete
I wish I had read this on Friday. I would have paused with you. xo I will pause today...remembering yours, and mine, and so many others...ReplyDelete
Big hugs to you.