You should be here, or you should be making Mommy very uncomfortable because you aren’t here quite yet. Your due date was supposed to be February 3rd, and as that day nears, Mommy is finding herself so sad. The anger and confusion as to why I’ll never meet you here is consuming sometimes. I knew this time of year would be hard, but that expectation doesn’t heal the pain. You were supposed to be our rainbow, but now we are wishing for, clinging to the hope that, a double rainbow is coming our way. No matter what happens, Mommy will always love you and miss you. I wish I could have helped you, baby. I would have moved mountains if it meant I would be bringing you into this world. I could not wait to see if you had my hair, or Daddy’s nose. Would you be athletic, or prefer more creative hobbies? Would you have been our darling daughter, or our sweet son? So many questions without answers. This week will be a week of remembering you and honoring you. Until I can meet you, baby ❤️