My grandma didn't know who I was... at my baby shower.
Perhaps it's happened before and I just didn't know it... or this could be the first time.
Perhaps it's just a little blip in her brain and the next time I see her, she'll know who I am.
It's hard to say... but heartbreaking nonetheless.
I pray for 2 more months... enough time to have this baby come into the world and for my grandma to hold it. Even if she doesn't understand that it's her great grand baby... just for my own peace of mind.