Friday’s Suck

Yes. Friday’s suck. I am sure I am the only person that feels this way. While everyone else is ready for the possibilities of the weekend I am reminded of how I am not pregnant. It was a Friday when I found out so now my Friday’s are tainted. This Friday was extra special when that special monthly “friend” stopped by for a visit. Just a nice reminder on what was taken from me. I probably shouldn’t be writing this right now because I am emotional and in tears and I’m sure that I am going to regret this and be embarrassed but whatever. I will deal with that at another time. Maybe someone else is going through the same problem and will stumble upon my blog one day and will find solace in what I wrote. Will my Friday’s always feel this way? Who the hell knows? Right now they will because no matter how hard I try to push it out my mind I will continue to mentally count the weeks.


Living in Columbia, South Carolina and using this blog as my space to share a little insight into my life in what I'm making on the sewing machine, knitting needles, crochet hooks, in the kitchen, and elsewhere.

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