Ended up ovulating the day after I wrote the last post, and am now on my second period since little Evan passed away. *Bawl* I miss Evan, miss you sooooooooooo much little one.

So much sad. Sad won’t stop.

We had our first appointment with the reproductive mental health clinic I waited 3 months to get..they basically told me I am doing very well and they don’t feel they will be of much use to me, as I am mourning in a healthy way. As they say, only time can heal my wounds, not therapy…..and so they reffered me for grief counselling and the loss support group.  Not crazy enough for therapy girl..I must be so strong, oh my! Whatever, I don’t freaking want to be strong, I am sick of being strong, I am sick of being dealt bullshit hand after bullshit hand. I just want my baby back please.

Learning to drive is hard and stressful, having your husband as your teacher is not an easy feat either, but I am getting a bit better each time. I am so scared and fearful.