I am having a bad day. The kind where you want a big hug from your bed and your duvet and you just want to cry.
Why did this happen? Why us? Have I done something in life to bring such a negative thing on myself?
Why do I find myself having to sit across from a very visibly pregnant woman at work? I can’t bring myself to even make conversation with her even though she seems lovely. I do everything I can to avoid even having to look at her. I’m sure she thinks I’m cold.
Why does Finley’s little cousin have to be a boy? I felt like I could deal with anything if it was a girl. But I knew in my heart of hearts it was a boy. Finley should be less than a year apart in age than his first cousin.
Why do I have to go to work and try to care about things that don’t actually matter one iota to me? Why should I have to go to work at all when I should be at home taking care of Finley?
Why does my current situation dictate that I have to wait SO long before I can have another baby? I am desperately wanting to be a mummy to a baby I can take care of.
Why do I have to feel so incredibly alone? Like nobody in the world understands.
I know this post is moany and whiny and so very miserable. I’m sorry for that. I’m probably going to make friends with my bed now and just have a cry.