I know this isn't a revelation. Many of you already know this.
Holidays blow big donkey balls.
I guess for every holiday (for the rest of my life?) I will be sad, thinking of the baby we lost.
Today is no exception.
No amount of stupid heart-boxed chocolates or cheesy cards or jewelry will make my baby magically reappear in my stomach.
I should be 15 weeks.
I don't want to start my sentences off with "I should be" any longer.
I don't want to celebrate Valentine's Day.
I don't want to be here at work.
I don't want to think about my miscarriage.
Here's some emo for your Valentine's Day pleasure:
Dashboard Confessional - Screaming Infidelities