Bittersweet, upper and downer

So, after 5 months of running and really trying not to overeat, I have lost 28 pounds and maintained it through bouts of non-gym weeks!! I am psyched! Just another . . . well, I’ll tell you once I’ve lost it! I was really excited - time for new clothes!! I went into the attic and pulled out a box of clothes I had put away years ago.
I found several pairs of smaller jeans and smaller tops. Now, I still have many I don’t fit yet, but I think I will have to throw them away. Because, I sat there looking at them and realized the last time I wore some of those clothes I was pregnant with Jean and Joan. I was so sad. I just felt like someone had punched me in the gut, and there I was reliving every moment that the girls were with us, while I was pregnant and after they died. I hate grief; it totally sneaks up on you when you least expect it. I have gotten used to seeing kids the age they might be, I do okay on their birthday, and I talk to and comfort parents that are experiencing grief over the loss of babies. However, I do still cringe when someone asks how many kids I have and I say two, because, I don’t want to explain that I really have four, and go through it all with them. But not too often am I brought to tears anymore – except today.
So now I am having a pity party. I am blogging about it because it makes me feel better to write about it – and just share. And A and B are napping, and I just want to run in and hug them, and tell them for the 15 millionth time how much I love them. So now that everyone has joined the party with me – I do feel much better. Maybe I should put a disclaimer on this entry – heck, I might not even hit publish. But, whom else but my two faithful blog readers could I share this with?? Thanks for ‘listening’ I really do feel better, and I think some skinny-minnie, at Goodwill, might appreciate these clothes, more than I ever will.