I just can’t do it anymore.
If one more pregnant woman complains about her morning sickness, I am going to scream.
If one more pregnant lady makes a face about the pooch on her belly, I am going to punch a wall.
If one more stupid person says, “At least you know you can get pregnant!”, I am going to run away.
Stop telling me to trust.
Stop telling me to hope.
Stop telling me I’m young.
Stop telling me there’s a plan.
If you don’t know what to say, just leave me to my grief. Just shut up and leave me alone. Don’t look at me with pity, but don’t ignore me either.
Or cry. Or scream.