It’s kind of humorous.
Both times i’ve had a pregnancy scare, the relief came over me strong, but also with a twinge of sadness. Not so much sadness that I wanted to have a baby, I’m far from ready. But because I feel that I’ve missed out on the chance to meet someone really special. There was no indication that I was truly pregnant, but the speculation really tears into me. What if I was and I ruined someone precious? What if I missed out on loving someone? How can I live with it? I am relieved, really. But I wish I could have known for sure. In other words, I hate plan b pills, I hate not knowing, and I hate that I can’t voice my disdain for the latter to anyone cause it just makes me look selfish. I should probably make a private blog for things like this, I know i’m going to be talked to about this, but I just couldn’t keep it in my head.
