7 years ago I was pregnant. After a straight year of cycles, treatments, experimental medicines, one failed FET, one miscarriage, a D&C and chronic anemia... I was finally pregnant.
And then I lost her. Today started like any other day. Except when I did the laundry, my thrn 3 year old Liam yelled at me saying "you can't so the laundry! You have a baby in your belly!"
To this day I still blame myself.
I hate the progression of time through today. August 14s are always the same. Beautiful. Kind of cool. With a breeze. And the night always comes. And I always lose her.
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