I really should beware, because this time the date jumped up on me in a most unwelcome way. I mean, I knew it was getting close. I just didn't realize it was today. Another unfulfilled due date. The one that was a complete surprise. The one that at first seemed like it would be inconvenient because Andy would have been just 8 months old. The one that later seemed like my fault.
And on the heels of a good friend's pregnancy announcement, and the fact that I really do want another baby, cuz I've already got the most perfect baby in the whole wide world so I simply must have another because I'm just a greedy bitch, it just sucks.
Last year's feelings were pretty much expected, since it was the first year. But this year, I thought, I hoped, I was over it. But I'm not. So there.
And while a traitor didn't actually kill me (duh, since I'm still here and typing this), the traitor is my body. My body that just won't sustain a pregnancy nearly long enough.