I only had 75 days with her.
It took my awhile to find out I was pregnant, because the thought seemed so crazy to me. I hadn't even considered it. It wasn't until she was making me vomit every second of every day that I realize I may have a baby in there.
75 days later, I didn't.
I don't cry everyday anymore, but I still cry.
It just doesn't seem fair.
I am happy with my life right now, but I can't help but think that it shouldn't be like this. It should be different. She should be here. If she was here, life would be very different right now. I can't help but think that.
75 days just isn't long enough.