Just thirteen days ago I was eight months pregnant.
Everyone loved rubbing my belly.
I even wore my “Baby On Board” shirt over my gigantic stomach.
There aren’t even any words.
Oh, god. All my love and light and support your way. I know it can’t help. I am so, so sorry for your loss.
Quietly crying in the back of my Econ class. I am at a loss for words. I’m sorry.