Here's a thing.
After Cara's comment in my blog yesterday about anticipation I started thinking. (I don't do a great deal of it these days, bear with me.)
George was due at the beginning of march. Wow, that seems like such a long way off and oh hell it's going to be a bad bad time.
Somehow and for some reason that I can't quite fathom, I think I would really like to be pregnant again before this date. Pregnant with a new life when George should still have been safe inside me.
Making the loss of his life meaningful? I don't know. It's an odd thought that has just occurred to me. We were only planning on having one child so being pregnant with no.2 will already be a life created where none would have been.
Does that make any sense? Can anyone else fathom this thought?
Today I'm trying to be artistic. Also not crying (yet) and not bleeding.