Friday I was talking to the wife of one of the owners and the subject of children came up. I did my usual not-sure-we-want-any song and dance, followed by my if-it-happens-it-happens; if-it-doesn't-it-doesn't jig, and that was the end of that.
Or so I thought.
Friday night I dreamt that I was whoops!pregnant. Chebbar and I were both understandably freaked. the. fuck. out. However, we eventually calmed down, doing the whole "guess it was meant to happen" thing. Enough time passed that we grew more comfortable with the idea and eventually were excited about impending parenthood.
Then I miscarried.
Yeah. This one kind of did my head in, too. I'm actually still making that nose-wrinkled scrunchy face as I type -- it's still unsettling. :(
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