This has been a weird week. I think I've moved past the tears and the anger and have gone to a place that is kind of blah. I'm fully back to my normal routine and have a case of the "I don't cares." I drag myself to work and do what I can to get through the day so I can escape home to T or to my yoga studio. I've thrown myself back into yoga. I'm trying to learn about this new body I have. My most consistent feeling these past few weeks has been that my body let me down. It couldn't do what it is biologically supposed to do. And when it had failed at nurturing our little bean, it didn't even have to decency to let me know. It allowed me to be blindsided at our 12 week appointment. No clues, no symptoms.
When I'm on the yoga mat, I'm studying my body's response to the poses. I'm pushing it to try new things, to hold poses longer and push my muscles further. I'm trying to get to know my body again. In the meantime, I have completed my first project on the to-do list and it was very therapeutic. I finished our wedding scrapbook, 2 years and 8ish months after the wedding.
A few of the pages.
T and I spent a wonderful relaxing hour at Barnes and Noble yesterday, sipping iced coffees and picking out some children's books that we plan on bringing with us next weekend when we meet our friends new miracle baby. Can you guess which book T picked out? :) The Sweet Valley Confidential is mine. I couldn't wait to read it and finished it in 2 hours. It's completely cheesy and awesome. 
And speaking of cheesy and awesome...we used to love our homeade Friday night pizzas but we had gotten out of the habit. So we spent last night eating this deliciousness and hanging out together. 
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