I have spent the last couple weeks trying to make myself go out and buy something for the many people who are having babies this year (actually, only 3, and my best friends 4 year old), but I haven’t succeeded.
I have gone out to the store, I have started looking through the baby section, but then I turn a corner and I see some woman who is like 8 months pregnant with the little wand registering for things. It makes me sad. I know that the pain will go away, but it’s still forefront on my mind and heart right now.
But today, I was able to go and look at things without breaking down and crying. It took a long time (almost 2 months), but I was able to do it.
D and I have discussed that this is probably one good thing about being in Texas. I know it isn’t very nice, but it’s something that we have come to realize. We are grateful we are in Texas because we are not inundated with all of the pregnant family and friends. We will be able to face it at a later date and time, but right now, it’s too raw and sore.