"I had managed to keep my composure in the grocery store, and even when I was putting away my cart back to get my quarter back. But as I drove home, the tears came. I began the ugly cry."
"Tears-pouring-down-my-face, couldn't-talk-couldn't-breathe kind of laughing. Screaming laughing. So hard that I was sobbing because I couldn't get it together."
Erica is the blogger behind Whimsical September, a family and lifestyle blog that shares stories about motherhood, the military, fixing up their home, and more. She is a proud Army wife and mother to two precious little girls. Follow her on Facebook and Instagram.
I was already so in love with this healthy, unborn baby girl kicking inside my belly, but I felt like I was mourning the future loss of my season as a mama of one.
