I see the updates. I see the newly posted pictures of a growing belly. I see the pictures of a nursery that was tirelessly decorated. I have the same pictures. But you’ll never see them. It’s not because I’m ashamed of my belly or because I’m an awful painter or decorator. It’s because I didn't get the happy ending. My baby left me at just twelve weeks pregnant.
There are times when every instinct in your body tells you something is wrong, but you ignore it. You rationalize the situation. You tell yourself that you are being paranoid. Underneath it all you doubt your rationalizations, but hope your instincts are wrong....more