April Fools And Milk Deficiency

I can’t believe it’s April already.
Today, I would have been 26 weeks pregnant.

Even though Eloira is here, there are moments when my mind forgets.

I catch myself rubbing my stomach… or having brief moments where I think she’s still inside me.

It’s a strange feeling.
Like my mind hasn’t caught up with reality yet.

It’s been hard.

I feel tired, stressed, unmotivated, and emotionally drained.

I don’t even feel like pumping. Even though I know I need to.
Even though my body hurts from not doing it.


My milk supply is low. And that discourages me.
It makes me feel like—what’s the point?
My feelings are all over the place.

I miss my fiancé.
I want my baby home.
I want to feel whole again.

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