So we have come to the 23rd of the month again! Oh how I hate yee!
I try really hard not to focus on dates and time periods and things that have past, but the 23rd is always a hard day to get through. Sometimes I have a great 23rd, sometimes it's totally crap... I don't really know what today holds in store for me, but here we are again, the 23rd.
I won't be one of those people who every month say... "Oh my baby would have been... months/years/etc" but the first year tends to speed by and your like.. Really? Already?
10 months... yup.... 10 months since Cole was born. We spent a hard (I will not lie and say as some "a wonderful whatever time") yes a hard 28day in Kingston general hospital. We had good days where our hopes were through the roof and bad days, where they came crashing down around us in a pile of broken glass ready to cut with any move you make. 28 days.
I can't say I've handled the 10 months so far completely well, but I also can't say I gave up and didn't handle it at all. I would like to believe I did well, all things considering, and that this pregnancy is whatever deity's way of trying to help. Of creating a new hope. Of being... but I can't help but wish that those 28days would have ended differently. They would have ended better.
So happy 23rd, hopefully yours is good. I will probably go out and by some candy and a bottle of Pepsi. We'll see, maybe this will be one of those great 23rds... or maybe not... we won't know till the day is over.
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