Sometimes I think Lydie was just a figment of my imagination.
I think I must have crazy to think that in two and a half weeks from now, I would be having a baby.
I see photos of us from just three weeks ago, read emails and text messages, recall conversations.
And I think how naive we were, how innocent we were.
My husband, my sister, my mom, my therapist - they remind me that Lydie was real.
And that hurts even more.