Does anyone else feel like they're literally living day-to-day? I feel like I wasn't even pregnant and it was some dream. I keep crying and reliving the sad moments and how heartbroken we were when we got the news. Today would've been 14 weeks, it wasn't supposed to be like this.

I see a baby - I cry.

I see a pregnant woman - I cry.

I look at the stupid little onesies in our closet that fell from the box I shoved them in - I cry.

I cry every night and every morning. There is a light at the end of the tunnel, isn't there...?