Today just started wrong.
Bad stomach pains, woozy vision, dog hair on my toothbrush.
And then the blood. My god, I thought I was over this. It was worse than the last one.
I’m just not meant to be pregnant.
So to my friends who have kids, look at them today with a different view when they’re crying or needy or you really need a nap. Raise them right, hug them tight, and then leave the cranky pizza lady alone for the next week. I’ll be fine, and some really happy people will feed you in my place, but this day is for me and my moody self.
I should be fine tomorrow. At least, that’s what’s on the schedule.
(and I’m not publishing any damn sympathy comments so just *don’t*.)