Evelyn was born 45 days ago, I should be 27 weeks pregnant and happy. Instead today I'm sad, I'm sat on our kitchen floor crying.
I've been good 90% of the time, I felt I'd moved on quite quickly and was concentrating on the LE diet, getting my cycle back and trying to get our take home baby girl. I had moments of sadness, but felt I was coping. Today feels like its hit me like a ton of bricks. I want my baby back, I don't want to be constantly monitoring what I eat and feeling hungry, I should be eating what I want, eating for my baby girl, watching my bump get bigger, not watching it get flatter.
I packed up Evelyn's clothes last week, I put them into a box for the loft ready for the next baby, but deep down I am just sure it's going to be a boy, and if Evelyn had been a boy I would have been sad, but this time I know it's going to hit me hard. I feel like someone's teasing me, being a bully. Someone said that I didn't deserve a baby when I said how I really wanted a girl, and when we lost Evelyn they said I'd brought it on with my selfishness. Am I being selfish wanting a girl? Is this karma catching up with me?
I am just so so sure I'll be taking that pink box full of clothes down from the loft and giving them away to other lucky mums who get what I so desperately want.