Would-be delivery day came and went, thank God. I spent it with old friends, wrapped in the comfort of familiarity. I didn't know what I'd feel like doing to commemorate where I should have been, and in the end, what I wanted to do was enjoy the day like any other.
I don't know if that's a betrayal or not.
I do know that I'm glad the phantom pregnancy is over. Now when I see a pregnant woman I don't have to compare where I would have been in mine with hers.
Only thing is, now there's a phantom baby.
3 comments:
I thought of you the other day when I realized how close mine is getting, and that meant yours must have passed. I hoped you were ok and that you spent it surrounded by love.
I think of you a lot.
xoxo
T.
I'm glad the day was ok. And the phantoms... I suppose they never really go away. And maybe that's how it has to be.
I have a couple of those, but most notably a little boy born to a friend a week after my due date with my son. Seeing him is always bittersweet.
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