I think we probably all know the answer to this one, but I just had to write this post. I cannot quite believe we are approaching our second Christmas without Teddy. This time two years ago he was still safely tucked up in my seventeen week bump. I can remember feeling so blissfully happy, so excited for what lay ahead. I kept saying to my husband, “This time next year…” I pictured us with a bouncing seven month old; negotiating our first festive season as new parents. The reality of last Christmas couldn’t have been further from that dream. I remember never having felt less festive in my life; but I was trying, oh how I was trying so hard.