I'm so sorry about your lost baby.
I'm not holding out much hope, myself.
There's just too many places and too many holes in this place.
Hubby has stopped helping me move heavy stuff and I'm just about physically done in.
He's telling me "He'll come home when he good and ready" as though Alice was an un-neutered dog gone off roaming for girls.
I'm thinking I should just go ahead and cry it out.
If does he surprise me by showing up some day, great.
If he never does, I won't still be sitting here a nervous wreck, killing myself by degrees spending every waking moment hunting.
If I maintain this pace, I'm for sure gonna land in the hospital.
Thanks for your prayers.
You can't imagine how much they're appreciated.