It's been 4 weeks since Noah died and I still can't wrap my mind around the fact that he's gone. Last night I found myself rubbing my stomach out of habit. And throughout my day I will think about something that I need to get in preparation for his arrival...and then it hits me all over again. The days have flown by. I cannot believe it's been 4 weeks already. To me it feels like a few days...one big blur of emotional turmoil. I woke up sad this morning. David and I talked briefly about the hope that one day I might become pregnant again. I started to cry when I thought, "but it won't be Noah".