Saying goodbye is a bitch. Especially when pregnantly hormonal and having to say goodbye to a dying dog. I’m a mess. :(

Edited to add: Sleeping is difficult when you can’t breathe and have a little one kicking you from the inside (and he’s kicking pretty hard)…. but every time he kicks I say, “Thank you, I know you’re there, I love you.” Amidst being so sad at leaving, I like the constant reminders that the most important thing in my life is coming with me. And of course my husband being at home waiting for me – I miss him so much. At least that balances out leaving, to some degree. Doesn’t make me any less sad… but it gives me something to look forward to.