Will I ever get to the point where another's pregnancy doesn't stop me in my tracks?
Will I ever hear of a miscarriage and not instantly be taken back?
Even days later, I find myself still paralyzed at someone else's news.
I am happy for the others when they are happy, but I grieve for myself.
I am sad for the others when they are sad, and I am sad for days.
And sometimes I find myself rejoicing over another's happiness while I mourn my own.
Why must it be this way?
If I hear another person hope that they aren't pregnant, I don't know what I'm going to do.
I know I've posted about this before, but honestly, it's what weighs on my mind the most.
I am blessed.
I am a mother to a son, which is more than some can say.
I should not be discontent.