That's a lame title for a post, but I can't think of anything else and I need to get myself dressed, out of bed, and to work.
Lately I have felt so much guilt about what happened. Like I should have known what was going on inside my body. I know that makes no sense at all but it's how I feel. And I am so sorry for my girl. She never had a chance. And I can't shake the feeling that I somehow should have known.
In other news, I had to go to the dentist again on Wed (third time in 3 wks) for the same tooth. Apparently my bite was way too high--they drilled on that for awhile to try and fix it again. They also told me my muscles are involuntarily clenching along my jawline. The endodontist asked me "Have you had any stress lately?"
Hah. Yeah, just a little.
So they may have to put a splint in my mouth. We'll see when I go back on Monday.
I have also become firmly convinced that I am now infertile and won't get pregnant. This is probably not true, as I have nothing to point to that would make it seem this way, but I am afraid of it nonetheless.
I miss my baby girl, so much sometimes that breathing seems impossible. Georgie-girl, I love you.