Leo came home from nursery with this bushy masterpiece the other day. I haven't yet been able to touch her so I can't commit on what she's made of.
Not sure if you frame something like this or hide it away in a drawer?
Tomorrow morning I re-join the D&C members only club. The ultrasound on Monday provided me with enough evidence to suggest that my body is still gripping, like an octopus, to every scrap of early pregnancy hovering inside my uterus. It's just refusing point blank to let go.
So to take my mind off the now or never before Leo's bath time tonight we smashed plastic golf clubs at plastic balls around the garden. I felt heavy footed and cumbersome jogging about. My mental state is tripping in circles whilst my physical self is full of screaming hormones and sluggish to a fault.
I probably resemble that bearded lady more than I care to think.
Now there's a reason to fight another day.
3 comments:
“Every child is an artist, the problem is staying an artist when you grow up” – Pablo Picasso
I think it is just fine. Adults put too many limits on things. Without thought shackles this is a good piece of artwork.
Brown bushy lady bears a humiliating resemblance to how I imagine I look in a swim suit. You've been in my heart today.
My friend asked if I was mad about the fact I had to go in for a D&C instead of the pills working. I told her my uterus must be directly connected to my heart, I never wanted to let go either so I couldn't blame it for clutching tightly.
Sending strength, I'm so sorry you're going through this.
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