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I've been pregnant before. Right around the time Jake and I eloped. One night, we were at the lake, sitting and talking. He said something that set me off. I walked away, feeling sick and couldn't catch my breath. I collapsed onto the ground.
He/she was barely one month old, and starting to grow fingers and toes. I was so sick when I had to move around, and I didn't like it. The more I think about it though, the more sad I become about losing that baby. Every inch of me yearns to forget and remember all at the same time. I scold myself for taking off from Jake so quickly and pushing myself physically.
No-one really reads, so I can say these things and feel better about it in some sad twisted way. I'm tired of keeping it inside. Tired of never saying anything. So tired of thinking about those tiny little toes.
He/she was barely one month old, and starting to grow fingers and toes. I was so sick when I had to move around, and I didn't like it. The more I think about it though, the more sad I become about losing that baby. Every inch of me yearns to forget and remember all at the same time. I scold myself for taking off from Jake so quickly and pushing myself physically.
No-one really reads, so I can say these things and feel better about it in some sad twisted way. I'm tired of keeping it inside. Tired of never saying anything. So tired of thinking about those tiny little toes.