Everyone else seems to be having babies.
Or another baby.
Or posting pictures of their children.
All but me. Us. And it's breaking me. It really is.
Every period is a stark reminder of the baby we lost and the lack of one growing again inside me. I never want another period again. Thoughts of a hysterectomy are not uncommon in my head.
If i managed to go a shift without a pregnant customer or at least 5 kids i would die of shock. And if i'm home i know i won't miss the woman ignoring her screaming newborn walking past everyday on her route.