For, while the tale of how we suffer, and how we are delighted, and how we may triumph is never new, it always must be heard. There isn't any other tale to tell, it's the only light we've got in all this darkness.
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Eleven weeks, two days.
I count the weeks like a mirror image of the counting that I did while I was pregnant, except this time there's no BabyCenter email newsletter to tell me what to expect from life each week. How big is the hole she left supposed to be by now? The size of an eggplant? A watermelon? A planet?
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I have had the same thought. Hugs to you, my friend.
ReplyDeleteAt 11 weeks, mine was gaping, whatever size it was. Sending love and remembering your sweet MIla. xox
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