For the last few weeks, the thought of this day has overwhelmed me; I literally couldn't think of anything else.
Then I got my bfp on Tuesday, and the significance of today seemed to fade to a fuzzy dreamlike date that seemed far, far away.
And now it's here. And I feel.. strangely numb. Is this normal? I've been so upset for the weeks leading up that I expected today to be SUPER hard, but it's just
not. I don't know if it's because I got my bfp (in which case I feel dreadful for pushing away my grief for my little boy over a teeny tiny speck of... hope). My logical side tells me it's kinda like the limbo I went into for a few days after I found out he'd passed, then gave birth, then for a couple of days I was almost 'fine' - then I absolutely fell to pieces. So, I think I KNOW that this is almost too traumatic for me to properly 'feel' and that I'm protecting myself.
Geez, does any of this rambling make sense? Any of you recognise any of this? Because I feel...odd. I feel like I
want to cry for my son but the tears just aren't there.
Anyway, I'm going to go with DP later to the garden centre and buy a peace lily. Not only are they beautiful when they flower (and they flower each year so quite apt) but I like the symbolic meaning of its name - hoping it brings me peace.