Music Monday

You will forgive me, but these past few days have put me in a bad mood, and I think I am feverish. As in actual fever, higher than 98.6 degrees or whatever.

Today was my estimated due date. As most of you know, I lost the child that should have been here today. And that makes me crabby. So as I flail around in my pity party this weekend, knowing full well that many more horrible, awful things happen to many people, I am going to give myself permission to be pissy. For today. And the past couple of days, too.

Then, though I will never forget, try to move past today and embrace the future, whatever it may hold.

This song is a song that has nothing to do with losing a baby, but it saddens me and comforts me at the same time. I think it is that plaintive guitar. And yes, that last bit sounds an awful lot like Coldplay.

The video has still photos from "Rescue Me" with Dennis Leary, as it seems they played this song on there at one time. It was the only one on YouTube that was any good. For some reason, I find it oddly compelling.

Comments

karla said…
Hugs to you Gina.
2:25 AM
Cherry said…
You will probably always remember this day, but hopefully it'll hurt a little less.

Thinking of you!
4:18 AM
Steph said…
Big hugs to you today, Gina.

I'll have to come back later to check out the song, because at the moment it would disturb Dora and we apparently can't have that! ;-)
4:19 AM
Laura said…
I'm thinking of you today. I was amazed when the due dates would come up for me. I still see children that would be the age of mine and it can really hit. Gentle hugs. Take good care of yourself today.
4:23 AM
Granny said…
Echo the hugs.

The song is lovely; I hadn't heard it before.
5:08 AM
dgm said…
Oh sweetie, I'm sorry. Hold Mr. P and Hubba Hubba ever more tightly today.
5:38 AM
Nance said…
Go ahead and be crabby any old time you want to. Lots of people do, and with less reason.

As for the song, it has major U2 overtones.
8:11 AM
Hope said…
I am imaging the last hug we shared and sending it's warmth back to you.
peace
8:13 AM
Awesome Mom said…
You have every right to be cranky and out of sorts. Hugs to you.
8:18 AM
Sunshine said…
My due date with my first baby was September 7th. I get very sad at that time of year too because I wanted that baby so very much and even 12 years later, it hurts how painful miscarrying was and the depression that followed. I had a song I listened to a lot that helped me "cry it out"...so I get it, I totally get it.
You know I'm feeling sad for you today too.
9:14 AM
Ted said…
Sorry about cloud of sadness passing over your house today, Gina.
9:31 AM
Beenzzz said…
Wishing you all the best at this time, Gina. :(
9:41 AM
Heather Plett said…
Go ahead - be crabby. You're in good company. :-)
9:54 AM
Mrs. G. said…
I'm sorry for your sadness, Gina.
10:28 AM
... Paige said…
You will be fine with time. Prayers going up for you an the little one.
12:15 PM
Heidi said…
Thinking of you and sending hugs too.
12:27 PM
J said…
Sorry for your grief, and have so many have said already, you may never completely recover. It's OK to be pissy when you need to.
3:31 PM
boogiemum said…
Gina, my thoughts are with you. Hugs.
6:09 PM
Liz said…
I'm sorry about the sadness. Hugs to you.
5:16 AM
Trixie Twatwaffle said…
BIg, giant, huge hugs to you my friend.
5:56 PM
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