Today I go to my OB's office for my two week post-op check-up. I don't want to go. I should be happy that I have healed so well in thirteen days...and the logical part of me is. The other, louder and larger (illogical) part of me feels cheated that the last of the physical reminders of my child's life are fading away. The abdominal pain, the sore breasts, the bruises from the IV site, the stress headaches are all but gone at this point. My body has already accepted the fact that there is no baby coming but the rest of me isn't ready to do the same thing yet.
I guess that part only comes with time.
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