My Story - My Life

I held it in my hand – knowing what the answer would be – one line appeared and then there were 2.  

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