I bought so much baby stuff and it's all behind a closed door in the room that will hopefully be the nursery. It pains me to think that it will never get used and need to be returned. Or what if we have a boy and all that wonderful girl stuff won't get used.
Nick hurt my feelings yesterday. We were discussing transferring one or two the next time and I started to tear up as I mentioned I wanted back what we lost. He told me that I needed to get over my sadness and move on. It felt cruel and inconsiderate. I've been seething over his words all day today. Yes, we both lost something, but I lived it. I went through it. I feel I am stronger than most and I allowed myself time to grieve, but why am I not allowed to feel sad for what could have been?
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