The ultrasound made this baby even more real. And it was cute alright, but I just could not allow myself to bond with it the way that I would have otherwise, were it not for all this bleeding that sucks the joy out of my day. That is the story of my life: some good, and some bad, all together on the same soup plate. This time at least I am more hopeful for a good outcome, and I am not mourning a baby that is not yet lost, which is what I
I don't fit in my bra anymore. Or in my skirt. I have grown some bacon. I hope this bleeding stops sometime so that I can commit enough to buy another bra one size up. I am not thinking that I will lose the baby, but I also cannot let myself buy a bigger bra, figure that. I guess that is what they call living in the moment.