You know what sucks?
Being happy about something and hating it at the same time.
Knowing your body is doing what it is supposed to and it’s also making you miserable.
Still being devastated about losing a child when you’re making a new one because life is too short to sit around and wait to be not-sad anymore.
Yes, of course, I’m happy to be making another child. Of course I want a baby. You know what I don’t want? To be pregnant all over again. But them’s just the breaks, I guess. I wish I could just speed this part up. I wish I could wake up tomorrow and summer is over and I’m big and happy and ready to have a baby. I think, before I got pregnant again, I thought that all would be well as soon as I had a little something in there. That was pretty naive.
This is going to take a while.