I try to find ways to kill the time in the 2wMFw. Today, I went to get a massage.
I walk in to a therapist I have not met and she says to me, "So, you're pregnant?"
So many thoughts race through my head.
"No, I am not. But I was. But I might be."
"No, I am not. I just don't get pregnant like everyone else. Me being pregnant is never referred to in such a casual manner. I have been trying to be pregnant for years."
"But I was. I had a miscarriage. I didn't graduate to a regular OB. I didn't deliver a baby. I had to miscarry at home. I had to go back to work and see a giant belly on a dear friend."
"But I might be. Except for the male factor fertility issues plus my own Unexplained Issues. Except for the IVF/ICSI gone IUI - to throw good money after bad. But I might be."
Fucking fat dress is in the trash.