Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Over the Hump

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:

Turia said...

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.

conceptionallychallenged said...

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.

Amelia said...

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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