This day is all too familiar. I am home, watching t.v. Aaron is on his way home from visiting with friends. It is Sunday afternoon. And I have a stomach ache.
Today, it is anxiety. Nerves. Heartache.
4 weeks ago, it was my body, preparing for the loss of my child.
The worst week of my life started on a Sunday afternoon. It started with a little spotting and ended with an empty heart and an empty womb.
Some days are good. Some days are bad. Most days are okay.
Yesterday was good. I had lunch with a friend, I cleaned the house, I watched a couple movies. I went to bed, anticipating seeing Aaron today.
But today is bad. Today is lonely and sad and full of heartache.
But I've learned in the last four weeks, that a day can change in a heartbeat. There are many hours left, and I'll remain hopeful that things can turn around. I have to think this way, or I waste my days.
The journey is long, but there is no other way out of the woods.