I am pregnant.
I lay on the table in Planned Parenthood – “Do you want to see the image, do you want to know if it’s twins?” – I answer with a definitive no.
I am pregnant.
I sit alone – the last to be called – watching as 1 by 1 – 2 become 1.
I am pregnant.
I did the only thing I could bring myself to do – I cry hysterically as I drive away.
I am pregnant.
I cradle my stomach, I picture her face, I smile.
I am pregnant.
I see the signs - I wake up with confirmation – I tell myself that everything happens for a reason.
I am not pregnant.
It’s been a long time since I wrote. At times I can’t translate my life experiences, thoughts and emotions into words. This is one of those times. I have so much to say, but could never begin to say it all. I have stripped it down to the facts. I will elaborate, when the time is right.
I tell my story, I tell it despite the critics, despite the judgement, despite it all – because it is my story to tell and it is what I came here to do.
Xoxo,
Megan
