I'm not going to delve into the details of the awfulness of this miscarriage or how incredibly brutal the hormonal influx is. I cry a lot. I feel alone a lot.
Yesterday, I had my two week check-up with my doctor and while I was alone in the room with my thoughts I could hear the patients in the next room listening to their baby's heartbeat. If I hadn't miscarried the first time I'd be eight months pregnant.
To help me deal with this, I spoke with my resident therapist, Punk. This is what she prescribed.
Yesterday, I had my two week check-up with my doctor and while I was alone in the room with my thoughts I could hear the patients in the next room listening to their baby's heartbeat. If I hadn't miscarried the first time I'd be eight months pregnant.
To help me deal with this, I spoke with my resident therapist, Punk. This is what she prescribed.
oh, how I love football. He's not half-bad either.
I have no idea what's going on in this picture. I kind of like it that way.
Yeah, let's be honest, Johnny Depp doesn't need a caption.
Just because. This one is for the boys. See, I'm not completely selfish, just mostly.
That Punk, she's quite the therapist. Of course just about the time I start to consider paying her for her services she sends me a picture like this.
