Every single day I tell myself I should blog but I just don't feel like it. I'm cranky, I'm sad, and I'm missing my sweet girl something fierce. Her 3rd birthday will be here in days. Nothing I do is ever going to be enough. Woohoo I get to go pick out expensive flowers, woohoo, I get to pick out balloons, woohoo new chalk for her grave art. I mean its just all so trivial. Yeah.
The last few days I keep having this fear/dreams that something is wrong with the baby. That I'm going to freak out at birth screaming at God for taking away my perfect little being and leaving me with ... whatever. The dreams are never very specific just the anger and disgust and yeah what a nice dream about the little dancer/fighter inside me.
I'm definitely getting to the miserable part of pregnancy.