Tommorow is D day.
Well, it probably won't be.
But it's symbolic D day.
I've been having cramps and contractions for a few days, but no show. I wish labour would start with a giant vaginal gong sounding. At least then, I wouldn't constantly be second guessing my body. I had such painful, grindy cramps last night for an hour, I was convinced that was it. But it wasn't, so I cried instead *cue eyeroll*.
I have managed to not cry today. I am hopelessly confused about Ex. I don't know how to feel about him anymore. He's being sweet. I miss him. I miss being parents. I don't especially miss him being an arsehole, or living with him. But I miss him being part of my life. He still is part of my life. He always will be. That's the joy of children.
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