Little dab’ll do ya
Two cripplingly painful events, one of which I am still feeling the after-effects, showed me today that I am not quite on that fast-track to normalcy I previously hoped. Slow and steady wins, I suppose. Better than no improvement.
But today taught me something, as I fought to stay conscious and repeated over and over that ‘this is just pain’. How the HELL am I supposed to handle pregnancy? Forget the horrific experience of childbirth - what about the daily physical injustices that coincide with the miracles of growing a new life?
But today taught me something, as I fought to stay conscious and repeated over and over that ‘this is just pain’. How the HELL am I supposed to handle pregnancy? Forget the horrific experience of childbirth - what about the daily physical injustices that coincide with the miracles of growing a new life?