Today I attended our local baby loss and healing memorial walk. 
I must say that this year was so much easier to handle than last year.  I'm sure that a years time had a lot to do with it, but I think the fact that I could step in and help out was part of it as well. The lady who organizes the function had contacted me a few weeks ago and asked if I could help at the registration table, and of course I was more than willing.
The walk was nice.  I cried.  A few times, but I was never to the point of sobbing.  I do have to say that I was a little disappointed though..... last year, I had so much support from friends and family, and this year only my Mom came along.  No one else even mentioned it.  Does that mean they have all forgotten?  Or that they no longer care?  It seems as though since I have become pregnant that everyone just expects me to be the happiest person in the universe and that all the trauma and heart ache of the past 14 months should be null and void.  It makes me want to scream at times.
Anyhow... last night I made shirts for myself, Liliana, and my momma to wear today... I think they turned out rather nice:)

The backs of my shirt and my mom's were basically the same.  Now I have roughly 5 months to wear this shirt as often as possible and watch the rainbow grow:)

A couple of weeks ago a few BLM's who are expecting were talking about the fruit bowl theory in terms of comparing baby size week by week and someone had mentioned the idea of taking pictures with the fruit of the week... These are what I have so far:

 15 weeks, 5 days.... Naval Orange.

16 weeks, 5 days.... avacodo.