If Ianto had been born alive, but on the same date, we'd be celebrating his one-month "birthday" today. Instead, I went to a family reunion and was confronted by at least three pregnant women, all massive and due in the next few months. I broke down. I've been alright lately, but today, being what it was and seeing these women... I couldn't handle it. The only thing that made me smile was holding my cousin's baby and playing with another cousin's little girl.
That's right, I'm okay with seeing babies but not pregnant women. I guess because I still have that feeling of "I should be one of you."
Afterthought: I want to get that tattoo in the next few weeks. Gotta get onto that.