Yesterday was another appointment. And the dreaded glucose test, and I only say dreaded because when pregnant with Lyra I couldn't keep it down. I did fine yesterday though. Not much new to report...which again, is good. Sono to check on the cysts is not yet scheduled.
I've been having a hard time, with nothing in particular pin pointed; or if there is, my thoughts are muddled. I'm really not looking forward to the holidays...I've been struggling to know how to honor the day we delivered Lyra and held her for the first time. It's in between U.S. Thanksgiving and Christmas, but close enough that the grief taints both holidays. I'd like to just hibernate and be a grumpy bear missing her baby bear. Our families have been, and continue to be gracious with us in our grief. I'm sure I'll have some hibernating times, but it is also good to embrace the love from our families and not let these possible memories slip by.
I visit Lyra's grave today for her November visit. Time to gather her pumpkin, and check on the glass stars that were left last time. I have confidence now that her Tiger will still be there, untouched & keeping watch.