In a couple of days it will be my birthday. This is a photo of me on my birthday last year.
I was 21 weeks pregnant with Grace.
So happy. So blissfully unaware of what was about to happen.
I wonder if my birthday will always be a sad day for me from now on. Will it be my happy birthday or will it be 10 days before Grace died? I guess that is a choice I have to make.
28 sucked big time. But 29 is going to be the best year of my life.
(PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE).
