I guess I'll join the bandwagon....

Today has just been one of those days. You know the kind. It tries your sanity, makes you cry. I hate those days. Not sure any one really likes them, but hey. Some people are weird. Dealing with bad emotions was really, really hard for me when I got clean. (I was an opiate addict for years, now three years clean). When you've had a bad day it's easier to stick a needle in your arm and flush away your problems than to deal with it. Three years later and this is still a struggle. I guess it always will be.

Today my little sister tells me her and her DH have started trying. Long story short, they're both incredibly immature and are in no way financially or emotionally ready for a baby. It felt like I got punched in the gut. I'm almost 28, and have known for my whole life I was made to be a mother. It feels like my uterus is screaming at me to get pregnant, which is a joke of course but still true in a way. I know that even if she gets pregnant this month, it has no bearing on my fertility, it doesn't mean there is one less baby in the world that will now never be mine. Still, it sucks. Life will go on...