Tonight we were sitting in a restaurant and I pulled a piece of ice out of my drink and started chewing on it, deja vu again. When I was in hospital (admitted at 29 1/2 weeks for pre eclampsia and delivered at 34 weeks) I spent a lot of time eating ice while hooked up for daily CTGs. Matilda was never as active as the midwives wanted to see, so I was always eating ice to try and wake her up.
In the early days, moments like these would reduce me to sobs. At the moment, they just cause a wave of sadness to wash over me. Who knows how many more of these moments there are to go or which ones will reduce me to sobs all over again.