I am officially in my second trimester and feeling great. I check my baby's heartbeat with a fetal doppler every few days and know that it's doing okay. But as "that month" approaches, I can't help but be depressed. The nursery would be almost fully prepared. I should be waddling around with my stomach "out to there." I would have been excitedly awaiting the birth of my little one in just a few weeks, not months. The month of April will be hell for me; I just know it. J will be busy at work with the big project that isn't scheduled to finish until the next month. My in-laws have decided to visit for 1.5...