I just started spontaneously crying ( well, maybe not crying, but getting sniffle-y)over an episode of Sex in the City! Charlotte walks into an acupuncturist's office, one that is known for helping women who are having trouble getting pregnant. She walks through the door, sees about fifty women sitting in the waiting room, lets out a little sigh, and pastes a smile on her faces.
Baby blankets, fertility issues, etc. Yet, just the other day I realized, that in some ways, it would be liberating to be told I couldn't have children.
Maybe it is just stress.
I want to be more glamorous, but just a little, just sometimes.
Nighty night.
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