So many things that ring so true and absolutely spot on for me too: the loud noises, the difficulty to concentrate, feeling at loss for words... Grief does indeed feel like a physical sensation sometimes, like a very heavy, engulfing, stifling cloak. It feels so strange when it randomly lifts and you get moments of normal.
Little, I am so sorry it is one of those days. I get them a lot. I find them bitter sweet... I love remembering, dreaming, looking at our scan pictures and all the pages I have written about G. All the hope, the anticipation, the joy, the innocence... It's time I feel I owe our baby - not that I ever force myself. But it takes a while to recover from these days.
AFM... I just found out a dear friend from school lost her little girl, who died at 18 months from a simple viral infection that her body didn't overcome. We are going to her little girl's funeral and scattering of the ashes in a couple of days, if we can find someone to watch dd. I'm terrified. I know I will relieve all these painful moments we went through, only it must be so, so, so much worse from them. I can't even begin to try and engage with how awful it is because it makes me feel physically sick and lightheaded. I cannot comprehend this. Why? Why do so many people I know suffer so much grief? Why do such incredible people have to go through this?
And in the midst of all of this, it turns out I just tested too early. I got a isi tube test on a digital test today and according to my calculations, I am 4 weeks tomorrow...
Life gives and takes so much, so haphazardly.