Today is one of those days. To be completely honest, I haven't thought about the number of weeks it's been that Bailey's been gone since after week 8. It was easier to keep up with the months, and the weeks just kept slipping by.
But this morning was different. On my way to work, I started thinking about the weeks. And when I counted the weeks, I figured out that it has been 23 weeks since Bailey was born, and she died. Today is the day that she has been gone just as long as she was here with us.
It's an incredibly weird feeling to hit this mark. And it's also an incredibly empty feeling.
Why did I think about this today? Mother's intuition I guess. And I have to admit, this kind of intuition sucks majorly. I want the normal mommy intuition.