Man, it was rough tonight. I did pretty good. We were busy with little ones so I was up a lot giving out candy. Now that I'm upstairs, I am on the verge of a panic attack. I've taken my medicine and hopefully I will start relaxing.
To see all the kids pictures on facebook is really really hard. It makes me so very sad. I don't want to go to work tomorrow because I want to stay in bed and cry.
Everything is a constant reminder that I am not pregnant. My baby is supposed to be due in 2 and a half months. I sometimes wonder if I will be able to make it through this. Why is it so hard?