Somewhere around here, I realized I am not bouncing back like I did the first couple of time. I don’t know if I suppressed all the grief, or was in denial for the first 2 – or if this is so much worse just because the baby was so much bigger and I had felt her move and kick for so long.
Tiffany came over with the most amazing selections of food. I love it. A lot of things I can just nibble on (because, for the first time in my whole life, I have no appetite.) You can’t see it, but behind this mound of food are mini decorative gourds. I love them and can’t believe it is that time of year again. (It was 90 degrees in SF last week, can it really be Halloween again?)