Everyday isnt getting easier its actually getting harder after losing my baby boy. Waking up every morning not seeing my big round belly, not feeling his kicks and not feeling horrible heartburn after i eat. Looking at his pictures knowing he is gone and is somewhere with his grandma being spoiled. Feeling depressed everytime i see children playing, smiling, and laughing knowing my son didnt get to experience that and that i wasnt able to see it. I put on a smile everyday because i know he left for a reason, but really im more depressed than ever.