Dear Uterus, Yes, I'm cheating.
These days I sat in my hotel room (and on a plane and in a car) and wondered why God kept trying to kill me.
I felt like death.
I didn't drink for 2 of these days, and didn't eat for three. I just laid there.
I would try to eat and immediately begin getting sick. I remember thinking the last time I was hanging over a toilet this sick I was pregnant with the twins.... and then I was sad again. Then I realized I was sad because I will never be sick because of growing a child ever again.
On Sunday, the 26th, we flew home and my one consolation was that I finally got to see my son again. I missed him a lot.
-Michelle
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