Right this very minute I am supposed to be almost 23 weeks pregnant with my sweet little boy...sitting in my OB's office...making jokes with the receptionists about moving in...waiting to pee in a cup...worrying about the followup ultrasound next Tuesday...feeling my baby boy move inside me.
But none of that is real.
Was it ever?
Or was it all a dream?
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