But the problem isn't the category, it's my history of miscarriage. I've lost two consecutive pregnancies, and being pregnant for the third time isn't quite as joyful as it should be. My paranoia and fear is constantly breaking me down, and trying to build up my confidence is a daily chore.
I dread going to the bathroom. I can't imagine finding blood in my underwear again. I don't know if it would kill me or finally make me not care anymore. I expect the worst so I won't be torn down by the possibilities.
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