I'm always honest with you guys. But, I just wanted the post title to emphasize that point (and This one:)
I want this fucking cerclage unstitched. I want it out of me. I'm finished with being stitched together like some kind of vaginal wonder woman.
This struck me especially hard today. I don't want to think about it every single second of every day and night.
Will it tear? Will my delicate lady parts be irrevocably damaged? If my baby wants to come now, isn't that alright? I know it's early, but if my body really wants him to come. . . shouldn't he?
Instead, I bite my tongue (at least until my appointment on Friday) and make some Shells and Cheese for lunch. Because, Shells and Cheese make everything better.
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