Don’t ask why we’re watching Hocus Pocus.
And I guess I can’t let a post go by without mentioning pain or grief or my dead baby. I was finally able to watch Sweet Pea’s ultrasound DVD last night after I wrote about my painful day. I’ve been wanting to watch it but it never seemed like the right time.
It made me miss him, of course, but it was mostly a good memory. My baby, on the screen, alive and moving all around. The joy of my life. I could see that his little face in real life had resembled the grey blobface on the screen.
My little boy was very fine looking.