Alright, I admit, I haven’t really thought about my blog this weekend. There was so much going on that I couldn’t even consider blogging because for one, there was no time and number two, I just didn’t have much to say. And number three, I get a little tired of coming here and expressing my sadness to you. I want to express my happiness, my gratitude, my love.
But, I can’t.
I’m not going to lie to you. I don’t feel okay right now and I have to try to accept that. I find myself becoming sadder when I think that I’m sadder than I thought I would be right now. But truthfully? It’s all I can do to hold it together – at any point, really. There are few things working against me right now:
-I want to be a good business owner but feel like I can’t give it my
all, I want to be a good mother but I feel like I can’t give it my all,
I want to be a good wife, a good friend, sister, daughter, etc. but I
feel like I’m letting everyone down.
-I know of not one, not two, not three, BUT FOUR babies that have been born or will be born this week. I am so happy for these families and their babies. The fact is, these babies are their babies, not mine, so it’s not that I wish these wonderful things weren’t happening to others, that’s not the case, it’s just that these births are a reminder of the joy and love that I should be feeling and a reminder of the ache and the pain that I am feeling.
-I would be 36 weeks right now, something tells me I should have those babies in my arms, but I don’t and I never will.
-That’s a hard pill to swallow because I love them so much.
-I shopped for two newborns this past weekend. I thought I was going to die. (but I didn’t, I survived.)
-We have one more week in our house and Brian’s not even here for it. I have no one to share that with, no one to say "hey, it’s our last Monday our house." If I say that to the kids they freak out and ask if we can bring their bedroom walls. (because they like the paint color)
-I feel like my friends don’t know what to do with me. And I hate that.
-I’m feeling unimportant and insignificant right now. I actually feel like an annoyance to people. Is this normal? I mean, I may be past the point where I can openly grieve when people expect me to and I’m far from the point of feeling like I can accept what has happened. I want to call people and say "so, this is really hard for me." But I feel like I’m passed my Grief Expiration Date. I’m actually envious of the time right after losing James and Jake because I could so openly cry and scream and yell and sob. But now, I can’t, so I’m also frustrated.
It seems so wrong to be envious of a time that was so painful for me and I don’t want to feel that pain (ever again) it’s just the ability and the expectation to be sad whenever I needed to be. The word freedom comes to mind. I now feel like a prisoner in my own grief.
and I have tried to say things to people and it’s just weird, so I just keep to myself.
I don’t know. I want to have the glass half full attitude, but I don’t have it. I wonder if I’ll ever get it back.
I’m obviously having quite the pity party, can’t you tell? Now do you see why I haven’t blogged?



































