fitveggielife

In tears, standing in the center of my room, shoulders still covered in drops of water, hair falling in wet strands and it feels like I can’t stop the feeling of being wronged, something is wrong, everything is always wrong.

I place a hand on my belly, the flutters of movement, the constant reminder, there’s more. And the house, and the money, and the things that are supposed to be set up before this sort of thing.

My family is coming over today, saying goodbye to my brother before he leaves and still frustrated because the house is never clean.

And it’s all changed in a matter of 8 months. She isnt due til January. Something I’ve been waiting for, praying for if I were brave enough to admit it. Not only for her but for you, my love, how lucky I feel.