We waited a year to get pregnant I waited days to be given a scan I waited for the bleeding to stop For two weeks, I waited to be told that it was all over Now I wait to feel normal, to feel better I wait for the sadness to go I wait for the guilt to end I wait for the opportunity to try again and wait and wait and wait
September is the month I should have had the baby. I'm currently 24 weeks pregnant which is lovely and I'm grateful and I'm enjoying every minute and wiggle. But it doesn't change the fact that I'm supposed to have a different baby this month. 4 pregnancies were announced around the time I miscarried. 3 of those babies have been born now. Just waiting for number 4. Luckily, no one has used the names I have in mind yet. That's a huge fear of mine. 3 other babies are due around my current due date. What if the names are taken? Names I should be using this month. I feel like I can't say the names out loud either in case it jinxs the whole pregnancy.
It's been a whole month now since the beginning. I didn't feel too bad, I feel like I've been getting better over these past few days. Yesterday, I overheard a conversation about finding out the gender. They obviously weren't doing it to hurt me, I wasn't in the conversation and I had my back to it but I could hear it. It was hard to hear knowing no one would ask me that. I'm supposed to be 12 weeks on Friday. I should be getting excited about sharing the news but instead I'm trying to hold back tears while overhearing conversations. Someone asked me how I was doing today. All I could say was "up and down". I wanted to say more but I could stop myself from filling up. I just kept blinking until the tears went away and hoped she didn't notice. Obviously she was asking to be polite and to be kind which is lovely. But I just hate being asked. I just want to tell everyone I feel like absolute shit. But that's not really socially acceptable.
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