14 weeks as of yesterday. And, I'm about to go fucking crazy.
BE WARNED THAT IS IS GOING TO GET RANTY.
In addition to losing my mind over my upcoming surgery, I'm also being driven to murder by some family shit. I won't go into details here, but to say that I don't have room for everyone else's problems right fucking now.
Sure, I could just tell my family that I am pregnant, but then I would deal with everyone in the world knowing because certain people cannot keep their fucking mouths shut. . .
Case in point. . . After Mira died, I had to tell my mother to stop telling her friends because they were contacting us and it was grossly uncomfortable. She publicized our very private grief . . . Leaving no hint of anonymity. It was wrong. I should never have had to tell her to stop.
So, the Hub and I lumber along with the support of a few. . . Wishing that our families were just *this* side of not-fucked-up so that we could get their support, too. But, seriously, they aren't good at being supportive - only broken, smothering, and out of line.
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