For this never to have happened. To still be pregnant. To have her back.
I think this hundreds of times every day. I don’t know what to do about it.
Erin, I want you to know that I’m reading, though I’m not a big commenter. I imagine the hundreds of times a day will drop, gradually, but this desire will never go away entirely, and it is SO SAD. Love, Marianne
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