I feel alone.
It’s like I’m not “allowed” to be miserable. Yes, what I’m doing is miraculous. Yes, millions of women are doing it too, and not complaining.
Good for them.
They aren’t me.
Every time I try to talk about how I’m feeling, I get a story. It’s either about how some woman was pregnant, and walked 50 miles to work every day, barefoot, in the snow, with a 100 lb pack on her back, up-hill both ways and never complained.
I don’t care.
I’m allowed to not like being pregnant. I’m allowed to bitch about it without constant reminders that it’s all worth it. Can’t someone just listen????
I feel all alone.