When an itch is more than an itch.
Physically, I have been feeling great despite my rapid weight gain :) Every day has been so busy I barely have time to think. But whenever I get in the car to drive, I am alone with my grief and feeling so terribly sad lately. Like an itch that can’t be scratched, it is always there, lingering underneath my skin no matter how happy I truly am on the surface. I think about how, although the idea of having another baby has infused a lot of happiness and anticipation into our lives, the truth remains that Ty’s absence is still so tremendously present. I don’t know what I was expecting to happen, but nothing has changed, not even one bit. I miss him. This wasn’t supposed to be my life. And I would give anything to have HIM back. It is all I really want. Yesterday was an emotional afternoon. I cried driving home from work. I was wondering what my life would look like if he was still here. W...