These poems are lovely, but I'm not in the right frame of mind to read them :( It just doesn't seem possible to be 6 months on. Today was just the beginning - Monday will be Tamsin's half-birthday. Although she was dead, she was still in me 6 months ago, and I could still feel her head under my left rib, on Monday it will mark the time she left me...
I had a friend round today (the tactless one). I didn't tell her the significance of today - she didn't ask how I felt. She did, however, tell me about the little girl her neice had, 10 weeks ago. She asked if she'd shown me the photos, then (luckily) couldn't find them. Am I awful? I couldn't have beared to have looked, if she'd tried. I found it weird that she was telling me about this baby, all excitedly, without a second's thought. The weirder thing is - I love looking at the photos of 'our' babies, little Ella's smile was gorgeous, yet my friend, who seems to think I'm 'over it' bothers me.
Something else weird. DH's brother died nearly 12 years ago. DH was very close to him. Since I was pregnant with DD1, I've continually seen a 'figure' in the hallway. I made the mistake, countless times, thinking it was DH. DH told me his ex wife used to see the figure too. It was always in the same place - where his brother used to stand. There was always an "atmosphere" in the house too, and hated being alone (or just with DD1) in the house, even though I'm sure it wasn't malevolent.
Since being pregnant with Tamsin, I've not seen the figure. I said to DH last night, that his brother had gone, and he asked "don't you feel him here anymore", so I told him, I hadn't since I was expecting Tamsin.
I'm almost certain he's with her. Mad as it sounds, I can sense it. That makes me sad. I don't know why, I'm happy she's with her uncle, who adored children. But it's like they're now both gone...