It was the thought of turning another year older that was giving me the sick feeling.
Now I am sitting at my desk at work a year older, no baby on the way, with a sick Tink at home, eating left over birthday cake for lunch.
Life is unfair.
The cake almost makes up for all the rest.
Almost.
1 comment:
I am sorry, honey.
I don't have a baby on the way either, and I am sad about it every single day.
You're wonderful and beautiful and everything is going to be just fine. You'll see.
xo
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