Just another day...

Today is March 9th, what would have been my due date.

Odd.

Let me give you some (unsolicited) advice:

If someone you love has a miscarriage, the time around when they are due is often the hardest. They see or hear about babies who are born at that time and yet their arms are empty.

Once my due date was my birthday.

That pretty much sucked.

I have felt so loved the last few weeks as this time approached. I have had some hard days. The other day I was watching Celeborn, my only biological child, and couldn't help but think that we almost had another him. It made me sad because he is so great.

I used to hate women who could reproduce successfully but I have learned that it is so unproductive to hold my personal sorrow against someone who has not had the same experience.

Besides, as Julie put it, none of us are immune to sorrow.