@gabbylgeorge: Lately I’ve been wondering, is it that I miss my mom, or that I wish I could talk to her about her own experiences with pregnancy loss while I navigate them myself? Or is it both? There’s something about going through these experiences without her that makes the grief feel extra heavy. Grieving what I’ve lost, while also grieving the person I wish I could turn to for support. It’s a strange kind of double grief. Missing my mom a lot these days, but also missing the conversations we never got to have. (p.s. the class my husband picked was my live class from yesterday bc he support my dreams 🥹)