In the early hours of tomorrow morning it is two years to the day since my wonderful, gentlemanly, hero of a Dad died. I miss him so much and am sitting here trying not to think, "this time two years ago". I know that I will spend tomorrow reliving telling my Mum that he had passed - she was in hospital when he died - and then telling my DD and then my Aunt.
Then the following day, Monday, I am going into hospital to give birth (ELCS) to our DC2 and I won't be able to phone my parents and tell them, they won't be able to come and hold our newborn and me. They won#t be there and it is breaking my heart.
If anyone can give me words of wisdom to get through the next 48hours without totally see-sawing from one extreme to another, I'd be truly grateful.
Thanks.