Back in that place. The weepy, quiet place.
I'm a freak with anniversaries. All the pregnancy "milestones." And I'm so sensory/sensitive -- I don't know what to call it -- but time-of-year smells, sounds, activities... they all bring me back to important times. I had the same experience a year after my mom died, all the sensations of spring: the change in the air, the light...
And I think it's only going to get worse before it gets better.
I hate this.