Some days are harder than others.
Today’s a difficult day.
It started with a bad night’s sleep, then getting to work and parking next to a car with two matching baby seats in the back. (They get two, Lord, and I don’t even get one?)
Then my Instagram shows me uploaded pics of ultrasounds and pregnant bellies.
I’m currently at the dentist’s office. When I filled out the informational sheet, I’m asked if I’m pregnant to which I sadly circle no. Not anymore. The coffee table is arranged neatly with magazines with headlines that proclaim “We’re having a baby!” and “Check out these celebrities’ babies!”
Oh, and my dentist is pregnant.
Okay, I get it. Everyone else is pregnant and has babies.
I want to cry, but I can’t. Cause I’m at the dentist’s office.