This pregnancy is cursed

Or at least is feels that way. Today my Grandma Fuchs, my last living grandparent, passed away. She turned 89 in January and was suffering from Alzheimer's; I know she's in a better place and she gets to finally be reunited with her husband and son, but it still hurts to know she won't be able to meet Squishy.

I know Squishy will come to know his/her great-grandma Fuchs, papa Rob told me sometimes when I laugh I sound just like her, and I definitely have her mustache. I hope Squishy knows how big of a heart she had, how strong she was to have survived the loss of both a husband and a son well before their prime, and her love of the outdoors and walking.