I am surrounded by children as we speak. I am either the unluckiest person in the world or the universe is just reminding me that my life is still pretty good.
Either way it is June 12 and I was supposed to give birth today.
I’m not exactly sure how I feel. Sad yes. But happy? If Tadpole had survived with whatever ailed him in the womb how long would he have lasted? Our hearts would not have taken it.
I don’t know.
I really don’t.
I don’t know what ultimately took Tadpole away from us (I’ll never know) but I am not without hope; without joy; without sadness.