It's one of those days when this feeling hits with such intensity that I'm paralyzed. I'm 34 yrs old and feel like I've achieved nothing in life. I'm halfway through life (if I'm lucky) and have done nothing memorable - no big career success, created nothing, made no impact on any walk of life.
Ok, so I'm finally carrying a human life, and that's something, but it's the quality of that life I raise that matters and just starting to do that in the second leg of my life, burdened with endo and fibroids and adhesions and what not, I'm starting late in a game that everyone else is finishing up.
All this is making me very weepy and upset. I'm blaming the pregnancy hormones for that.
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