I have been so grateful for deep, peaceful sleep up until now. I am starting to notice that changing this week. I have not been sleeping as well. I toss and turn frequently from discomfort, and have to get up several times to go to the bathroom throughout the night. I take comfort in knowing that each uncomfortable night, is one night closer to meeting sweet Bambino.
On a more serious note, I am approaching this week with a sad heart, remembering that I was due with Flynn on March 10th, which is this Saturday. And since I always go early, I am sure he would have been in my arms by now. It is a strange thing to mourn the loss of one child, while preparing to greet another. But somehow, thankfully, my mind has completely separated the two. Separate people, separate feelings. This is something I never would have understood, if I had not been in this place. If I had not had a miscarriage. I feel the pain from losing Flynn still and will never stop missing him, and yet still rejoice at this life within me knowing that s/he is not a replacement, but rather a sibling.