It's funny because hubs and I were talking about this day a few weeks ago. We both agreed that March 15 will always be her birthday and that today will just be another day. After all, we don't know if she was actually going to be born on this day.
Of course now that it's here, I'm blue.
It's not the day itself that makes me blue, I think it's more that she should be here, either in my belly or in my arms. I kinda want to just lie in bed and medicate myself with Pop-Tarts and I don't even like Pop-Tarts.
To add to the misery, her hospital bill arrived last week... $2000 in NICU charges. I would gladly pay 10 times that if it meant she were still here. So now I've got a desk full of bills, baby samples, and bp medication. But no baby. I wish I could fast forward through life like I can commercials.