Honestly? This is hard and it sucks. I want to be planning our nursery, attending baby showers, and buying bows and pink dresses.

I did not want to leave Cincinnati at all. I cried and cried that we had to leave. I put off packing and tried not to think about it. But, we all have to go back to reality at some point. So now we are back at home, but I'm not really happy to be here. Being home means having to deal with all this...doctors appointments, medical bills, and tough decisions that no one should ever have to make. It means having to go to the grocery store (which I still didn't do), dealing with a pile of mail (mostly junk and bills-- but a few Christmas gifts!), and having to go to work. All things I desperately do NOT want to do, but must.