"That day" is fast approaching. The one I was looking forward to, your due date, your birthday. I have been keeping my mind busy but as September nears I start to panic. I should be 8 1/2 months pregnant and finishing up your nursery, having baby showers and talking about how excited and nervous I am for you. Instead I get to sit in misery wondering how on earth I will keep it together on your day, September 29, 2010. Big sister Addison's birthday is September 30, I will need to be happy for her but I do fear that for many years to come, her birthday will always be overshadowed by my sadness of losing you.
What is is with dates that get us? I miss you dearly every day but certain days are just harder, the numerical date is so significant. I stopped counting how many weeks pregnant I would be, it was just plain depressing. I do still mourn on the 22nd of every month, another month away from when I held you in my arms. With each passing day it gets harder and easier at the same time. Its such a hard emotion to explain but one thing I do know for sure is that I love you Dashy!