Things that are still hard:
Seeing pictures of others’ newborns.
Finding out that friends are expecting.
Passing by baby clothes at the store.
Explaining to Evan, again, that Christian isn’t coming to our house. Ever.
Briefly thinking I’ll get a diet coke to make Tiny Baby wiggle and then remembering . . . that doesn’t happen anymore. I’m not pregnant. My baby died.
Suddenly feeling sad and knowing I may have moments like this for quite a while.
Moving on with life.