My SIL has FINALLY made it to the 2nd trimester with a pregnancy (her 6th one). She's at around 14 weeks now and just found out there's a 93% chance the baby has Downs. While it's not the end of the world, I just wish she could catch a break. *sigh
"I cannot help thinking that there are far too many very bloody, extremely wealthy criminals at large in the world, whose actions are rarely reported on, unless marital or extra-marital." ~Victor Grossman
I cried most of the day. Didn't get out of bed much. Only ate once. Did no packing. Ignored the poor dogs outside my bedroom door. Would have ignored Jayden if he'd let me. I hate my life. It's too difficult. Painful. Sad. There's too much struggle and I can't see me ever having comfort or real happiness. I want to give up.