A Picture That's Worth Maybe A Couple of Words
The picture reads: "What Pregnancy really looks like. (Juno can kiss my ass.)"
I'm diabetic. That's my gear.
I'm 7-weeks, some-odd days pregnant. I can't keep up with the days easily. The numbers seem to slide into each other and really all I manage to eke out is an increasing feeling of dread.
I saw the movie Juno right after I lost my daughter Sophia. I was 31 weeks pregnant and I resented her quaint pregnancy experience. Presently, my opinion of the movie has been renewed and intensified-- I think the movie did younger girls a disservice because it skipped through some of the really horrifying things that happen to your body. You could die. The baby could die. There's no amount of cute socks and witty dialouge that will save your ass now.
My picture above is possibly a picture of worst-case-scenario pregnancy.
Some people are a half-glass full type, some are half-empty types. At the moment I'm a throw-it-at-the-wall type.
