I haven't been to the gym in like three months. I finally went back today. It hurt, but it was a good hurt. I feel so much better now. It made me feel alive and alert. I haven't felt that way in what seems like forever. Although it's technically been a week and two days. I asked my Doctor when we could start trying to have another baby. She said whenever we want. I don't think I want to try right away. It's hard to think about that, when all I think about is the one we just lost. I have hope, but my mind needs time to be sad for a little bit. I hate to be sad. I hate to cry. I hate to be so emotional at the weirdest times. I like to feel strong, and brave. I'm getting back to feeling that way, slowly but surely.