One week

Being pregnant for one week was perhaps one of the best weeks of my life.

I felt like a woman for the first time ever. I was with child.

I was happy.
I had energy (although tired in evenings).
I had rosy cheeks.
I was confident.

And now this. The complete opposite.

I can’t wait to fall pregnant again. I hope we are lucky and baby stays with us next time. I can’t go through this agai n.

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2 thoughts on “One week

  1. I remember feeling the exact same way. The love was already swelling up inside me even in the first few weeks. For me it was how I knew I was pregnant. I just suddenly knew and felt happier and full of life as corny as it sounds. We’ll get there again! Wishing you all the best. Hang in there!

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  2. My week just ended yesterday. Started the Saturnday before.

    All of that magic fell off of me and I was back to my ordinary self and a life that pretended that nothing had happened. I wanted to tell every stranger I came upon, just to prove to the World that that one week had counted.

    There will be more times, but next time it will feel different.

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