I’m an emotional wreck.
How could I become attached to something that wasn’t even the size of a grain of rice?
How is it fair that you plan everything in your head, plan when to tell people… Plans for names…plans for its room…. Do we find out the sex or not…. Look into different types of birthing…. Then it’s all gone.
I’m so angry. It’s not fair. It’s not much to ask for a little bean to sick is it? Surely not?
How the hell can people accidently get pregnant and everything be OK? How is it fair that the awful people in this world get to have theirs with no problems at all. And me? I get a week.
Life is so f*****g unfair!! I just want to scream and cry all at the same time