Love. She ‘gets’ it. I hope this helps you as it did me.
Yesterday was a hard day. And so is today.
I didn’t want to write about it. I didn’t want to talk about it. I sat in the bath for over an hour watching the bubbles die and staring at a drippy faucet.
My eyes were puffy–like they are now–because just twenty minutes before that I had bawled into my pillow.
I was supposed to be pregnant this time.
It had been a week, and yesterday was the day I would take a test. It would OBVIOUSLY be a positive. I had all the signs and I was already prepping how I would tell my family.
I was supposed to be pregnant.
But, as if it were some kind of sick joke, the same thing happened. Within minutes, my answer came. No baby this month either.
You’d think that I’d get used to the (-) symbol. That I’d get used to piecing…
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