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?