…there aren’t words to convey what that image does to my insides.

But still, you’re so lovely and funny and bold and bright. So eye-opening and soul-expanding. Thanks for writing.

You manage to break my heart, then sew it all back together in one post Bon. This.. this was something to come back to. You make me aware… thank you.

Yeah, no missing baby jokes from me either. And I was thinking about what Niobe wrote too, as you were describing walking along with an empty stroller.

I used to worry, when I was pregnant with A, that I would be a source of pain for someone– walking around with a beautiful daughter and a big belly. I worry I would do that again next time. How screwy is that? Although today I worry a little more about whether next time is coming rather than about when it is coming.

I was all LOL about the Smithers thing, thinking about how great it is that the insurance snafu is fixed and how you said end-of summer when we’re aren’t even halfway through here and then you socked me in the gut with the Empty Stroller.

God, it burns in my chest and stomach every freaking time anyone says anything about lost baby. Cannot read the book. Cannot watch the movie. Will not watch the news. Want to turn away from any story. But here, I listen, feel and send a (HUG). And I hope that’s okay to say.