I hate that I cry everyday.
I hate that I don't know when I'll feel better.
I hate that nobody really truly understands.
I hate that I have to wear a bra 24/7.
I hate that my maternity pants are the only pants that still fit me right now.
I hate that seeing a cute baby only reminds me of how beautiful Aurora was.
I hate that someday, they'll all forget while I will remember forever.
I hate the reason we've been getting sympathy cards.
I hate, even more, that the cards will stop coming.
I hate that I need to take a sleep aide in order to sleep at night.
I hate that I still have to take my prenatal vitamins.
I hate that I want to feel happy for all of the other pregnant women around me, and instead I just feel sad.
I hate that Tylenol doesn't take away all of the pain.
I hate that I can never hold my daughter again.
I hate that I need to see a genetic specialist.
I hate that I had to be that 1 in 200.
I hate that we may never know why Aurora died.
I hate that there will always be more things added to this list.
I'll just say...
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I hear ya. :(