There IS evidence of life. And most of the time I am absolutely buoyant in the comfortable knowledge that my body is growing a human. But in these in-between times, when the days leading up to another appointment, another ultrasound, grow long... well, my negative self-image, media images, the urge to compare with others, it … Continue reading The depression of disbelief.
I wrote on the Book of Face today that I've officially packed too much into a seven day period of time. One week ago today, I was reveling in relief that the doctor who will (WILL) monitor the progress of my Maybe Baby was supportive and ready to take me on. By that evening, I … Continue reading Deserving of this?