4 weeks ago, I had a medical termination. 4 weeks yesterday.
Had i continued the pregnancy, I'd now be in my second trimester. Maybe my nausea would have stopped. Maybe I'd have a scan picture. Maybe I'd be looking at cots and thinking about names. I miss being pregnant.
Since the termination, I've started a journal. I've began to make changes. My partner and I have become closer than ever. We started to really talk about moving in together. We've agreed that we both want to try again once we are settled. The biggest change? I finally, after 6 months of searching, have a job.
I saw my baby. I saw its face, I saw its hands. I named it in my head. Eventually I will forgive myself but I will never forget. I will keep my baby in my heart and soul. But I will become the best person I can be, in readiness for the baby I will get to keep in my arms instead.