Today through this next Sunday starts Lyra's last week. It will play out in my head, which isn't a new or unusual aspect of my grief. It's just more prominent because it's her week...each day significant in the ironic failure of my pregnancy with her.
I'm seeing a therapist for individual therapy now.
I didn't send out Christmas cards again for the second year in a row. I'm hoping that people know I care despite not getting them sent. Thank you to those who have still sent them to L and me despite our not reciprocating.
Wishing everyone gentleness as we continue in this season.