Yesterday, the bleeding seemed to have stopped.
Didn't sleep well...even with the Ambien.
Had a charlie horse/blood clot in my calf sometime last night and momentarily forgot (have ONLY ever had a charlie horse while pregnant).
Woke up feeling cheated...and sad...always so fucking sad.
Dealt with a "want go car" screaming fit from the two-year-old because he refused to put his diaper on and therefore could not go. At one point, actually said, "we don't always get what we want, kiddo."
The bleeding started again during doughnuts and coffee.
Steve stored the maternity clothes in a tub in the basement for me because I couldn't face them (took two weeks to get them washed for said storage). I actually asked him to douse them in gasoline and light them on fire, but he refused.
William, the cartoon pig on NickJr, says, "If your mom is having a baby and she asks you whether you want a brother or sister, that does not mean you're really going to get the kind you ask for."
Sundays are just going to suck for a long long long time.