I could be letting you all know about my recent doctor appointment...but I haven't.
I could be pretending that I'm not afraid of a high-risk specialist...but I'm not.
I could be loving the fact that I'm supposed to rest as much as possible, requiring my husband to do everything...but I don't.
I could be encouraged with "think positive, now's your time to milk it" speeches...but I'm not.
I should be excited about getting my house ready for Christmas... but I'm just not.
I should be uplifted by the "possible bed rest from January to June will all be worth it" comments...but I'm definitely not.
I could be thinking positively right now...but honestly? I'm just not.
My negativity is really showing its ugly head lately, and I don't like it. I'm mentally struggling with these complications, and potential fears. I'm struggling with not being able to live up to my responsibilities this early in my pregnancy. I'm struggling with my swelling. I'm struggling with it all.