uncharacteristically silent
You know it is funny. Normally I'm a pretty open book when it comes to the best and worst times in my life. But this pregnancy is different. I always wanted a second child and I remember thinking that since it was my second child, it would be a less stressful pregnancy. I could have that "been there done that" attitude. Little did I know that this pregnancy has been fraught with way more anxiety and worry than I ever had with Luke. Part of me attributes that to the fact that when I was pregnant with Luke, I had not yet felt the intense feeling of love that a mother feels for a child. I loved many other people and even had a daughter-of-my-heart who I loved more than just about anyone in my life. But Luke redefined what it meant to love. The other part of me thinks that I was so naïve then. I hadn't yet experienced the gut wrenching grief that leaves you physically hurting and the depression that can follow it when you lose someone you love so dearly. But h