Trying to move on...

It's hard.

I try to stay busy so I don't have to think about it.

But when I have time on my own to reflect, I get sad.  Little things remind me of what I had last week that I don't have anymore.  The homemade cornbread that I named my "pregnancy cornbread" looks disgusting.  The shelves I started organizing in the new baby's room can go away now.  The Google searches I did for big brother shirts need to be erased from my history.

I'll get through it, and I'll move on, but the memories stick with me forever.