Daisy
Tears streaming down my cheeks, I sat on my bed, staring at the new stack of papers the clinic had given me after my second appointment. My chest is so heavy with pent-up emotions. I almost cried today when I dropped my toilet paper while I was using the washroom, today.
Literally, all I had to do was reach over and pull out more from the wall. This change in my emotions was too much, and I heard it will only get worse from here. I am throwing up now, and I heard that it will get worse as well.
Blowing into a paper towel, I stare at the pamphlets in front of me. Pre- everything. Pre-natal classes. Pre-scheduled ultrasounds... They might as well have handed me instructions for building a spaceship.
How did I let this happen to me? I was supposed to be smarter. More careful. M
