So, yesterday was the three month mark. And it was just as hard as I expected it would be. I cannot get over that it has been three months since I had my baby. Three months, less a week, since I've held him. How can this be? Why me?
Hearing about how other people are so tired because their baby keeps them up all night is infuriating me. I would die to have one night with Ethan. Since it was such a struggle for us to get and stay pregnant, I never once complained about any of my annoying pregnancy symptoms, from the all day morning sickness to the heartburn, lack of sleep, hip pain... it was all worth it because I was going to be bringing home my baby.
I don't care about anything anymore. I don't want to go to support group tonight because what's the point? It's not going to bring him back.
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