Was I dreaming when I was pregnant with Xavier? Did I imagine it all? Was it a happy fantasy?
Did I feel him kick? Did I rub his little knee from the outside? It all feels like a big dream.
A little like a lie I told myself.
There is a picture of me at 27 weeks pregnant on Facebook. A side profile in my bathroom mirror. He made my bump so damn cute. Is it strange that I envy myself?
I am 8dpo and having a really hard day. Stark white tests (yes I know its early), but…I don’t even know what the but is to that statement…meh…
I am giving in to apathy today.
COME THE FUCK ON UNIVERSE!! There…I am totally spent now.