It seems that everyone is moving on. Except me. Almost every single person I met on babycenter or who's blog I read has went on to have another baby. People who didn't think they would ever carry another child, have went on to have healthy babies.
While I truely do feel joy for them, I can't help but feel jealous. I can't have that.
While I really am greatful for my job, I can't help but think every now and then that I shouldn't be working. I should be home with a one year old.
When I look at my son I feel incredible guilt that he does not have a sibling close in age. I feel like he's been robbed of something special.
I do not know why this Christmas is so hard for me. You would think the the first Christmas would have been the hardest. But this Christmas is brutal. I have been missing Brenna more than ever lately.
It feels like everyone is moving one without me.