Seven

So today I should either:

A) Have a seven month old baby boy to hold, cuddle, love, kiss, nurse, tickle, teach, etc.

or

B) Be seven months pregnant with my second child.

I have neither and still managed to get through the day.

Earlier today I was having a really tough time. I didn't realize why. Now I know when I sit down, do the math, and recognize the significance of today.

I know I am strong. I know I will survive...

And that's that.