I should have been 17 weeks pregnant now, nearly 18 weeks. We had planned on having an early sexing scan to find out if you were a boy or a girl.
If you were a girl I knew exactly which pushchair I wanted you to have. It has a big red bow on the side.
It isn't fair that I didn't get to meet you. It's even less fair that hardly anybody knows about you. Just close family and friends but to most people, you never even existed.
You existed to me, I had plans for us. You were going to be part of an amazing family and I would have loved you so much.
So many people are having babies at the moment, why couldn't it be me? Why didn't it work out for us? I'm not a jealous person but I feel so bitter and cold.
Your daddy is amazing, I feel like I've let him down though. He tells me I haven't but he loved you and the idea of you so much. He isnt as lucky as me because I held you inside me. He thought you may have been a girl, we'll never know.
So, tell me what do I do now? Carrying on as normal doesnt even seem an option because the slightest thing makes me remember that I lost you and that makes me so sad. Will I always feel like that?
What would you have looked like? I wish I could have cuddled you, just once. My heart aches knowing I will never cuddle you.
Everyone says im handling it well, taken it in my stride and I do handle it well until something reminds me that I have lost something so precious and irreplaceable and I wont ever get it back and then I ache, every muscle in my body tenses and aches as I try to hold the moment together because thats the only control I have.
I miss you, funny little blob and I am so sorry that I couldnt do anything to save you.