Progress.. ?

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I had hoped to be writing this with more to show, but a little is better than none right? I still cry.. I still get upset when I see pregnant ladies.. I still feel miserable when I watch TV with little babies, pregnant women, or people talking about having another child. But, the crying is less, the negative feeling is less, and the completely drowning feeling of overwhelming misery has lifted somewhat. Yesterday I met my friend's son for the first time, all of 8 months old. It made me want one so badly, but I held him and snuggled him, and he felt so good! And I didn't feel sad or depressed about it at all. And that I consider progress. In the trials of grief, it's the little wins that make the steps forward easier. So I suppose I can say, yes, it has gotten better.