November 4th.
My due date.
I knew this day would come. When I first found out I was pregnant I was so scared for this day. I was scared to be a mom. I was scared that I wouldn’t know what I was doing and I was scared that maybe this wasn’t the right time for us to have a baby. As days wore on, I had come to find that I must have been ready because He wouldn’t have given me this gift if He didn’t think I was.
Yesterday was hard. I thought about getting rip-roaring drunk and calling it a day – but after some thought I didn’t think that was the answer. I haven’t had a drop of alcohol since January, so one drink probably would have sent me over board.
Instead, my husband and I laid in bed and cried together.
We went out to the cemetery several times that day. Drew worked hard and pulled some strings to make sure Jonah’s monument would be here for this day. I don’t know why, but I needed to see it this day. I needed to see something beautiful in this storm. Isn’t it beautiful?
for my sweet boy, jonah 
Beautiful.
Hugs to you today, and the deepest of sympathies.
I am so sorry for your loss.
It looks wonderful, I love the little whale xx
Beautiful .. I have tears in my eyes just want to give you a hug
It is very beautiful. Congratulations on making it through a very hard milestone. Hang in there.