Doctor checkup today - everything normal. At 162 lbs. I'll take it, considering I was up to almost 190 with Coraline. I'd rather be that weight with her alive in me again, though. I'd rather have my baby girl and be a gigantic walrus than lose weight and be broken without her.
But, I've healed. My body always bounces back - even when I've been super sick, I end up recovering quickly. Which I guess is a good thing. But its not like I even have a reason to stay home now, other than emotional recovery. But I still feel broken. Completely shattered. I don't know how to go back to doing halfway normal things.
Took Parker to the zoo today, for his last day of winter break. Proves how out of shape I am - my back is killing me after walking around for 3 hours. He had a blast. I couldn't help but notice all the babies and strollers - easily a 4 to 1 girl to boy ratio, too. It killed me a little inside. Here I am, walking around with my almost-10-year-old, and all these moms are just enjoying their babies and the wonderful weather.
I feel like I'm going insane, but on the inside. I don't show any of these things on the outside. They just ping around inside of me and I eat them with a side of indigestion. Parker catches me off in space sometimes - he's asked me a lot more lately "what's wrong, mom?" And I always say "nothing, I'm fine" because he doesn't need to know his mom is literally dying inside from losing his sister.
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