This whole weekend (and today) has been one sopping, tear-soaked moment followed by the next.
I miss my little girl SO BAD.
I desperately want to be pregnant again.
I can't for the life of me figure out what the flip is wrong with my family. And I'm rapidly getting to the point where I just don't give a crap anymore. You know who you are.
And I've just spent the last two hours mired in paperwork, the likes of which I never in my life expected to be filling out.
So I've got Eminem screaming in my ears, the only music on my mp3 player angry enough to match my mood right now.
Life's not fair.
People are throwing their newborns away, when I'd give everything I have to still have my little girl safe in my womb.
People get pregnant so easily, too easily, and then abort their babies.
Families should be supportive instead of drumming up unnecessary drama on a woman walking the edge of a high cliff. You'd think they'd understand that I'm still grieving and put aside their pathetic agendas for just one minute. But no, not mine.
I have all I need. My God, my husband, my son. Everything else is just noise.
But I've had so much to cry about this weekend. Seeing an old friend and meeting her new daughter, Piper. Church. Lots of deep conversations with Yasar. And nothing. Just crying for no particular reason.