It was six weeks on Monday and it is just getting worse & worse & worse.
It's so real now there's no shock or numbness to protect me just waves of awfulness that don't stop coming.
Toby was born to the bongs of Big Ben - we didn't get around to turning the radio off - so I can't now listen to radio 4 without nausea & panic but I get horrid flashbacks 3 or 4 times a week at 6 o'clock.
Having problems with my GPs - I don't trust them at all. Also trying to get my notes from the pregnancy & deal with complaints issues.
So tired & miserable that I don't want to deal with it.
We need to do Toby's inscription for the memorial garden but I just can't because it is so final.
Last time we went to the cemetery and extremely heavily pregnant chain smoking women was also in the baby garden. Didn't even have the energy to be angry with the stupid cow.
Don't want this to be for the rest of my life.