This time last year I was pregnant.
There aren't many days that go by that I don't feel like someone is missing... like our family isn't complete. With each month that goes by I wonder whether Kate will be my only.
I feel so badly that Kate doesn't have a sibling. I feel like we've long missed out on the window for her to be close enough in age to feel close to a sibling. I regret not trying to have another child soon after Kate. And I wish things would have gone differently after my miscarriage-- that I would have gotten pregnant soon after. Yet here we are almost a year later and still nothing. My optimism is quickly fading and the guilt I have-- that Kate is an only child-- only grows.
