I had a horrible week. I feel guilty celebrating my birthday when my daughter will never have one. I can't stop crying. It started on March 1st. It just hit me. Amaya will never have a birthday. I did not think I was going to make it through my birthday (March 3rd). My husband made me leave the house and we went to my favorite restaurant. I made it through dinner but around 2 am I started crying again. Today is the first day that I did not break down. I am so frustrated and angry.[:(!] I am trying to find a therapist but I cannot find anyone that is available. I have used so many tissues that my nose is sore. My husband and my mother are so worried about me. I thought that I was handling everything until now. I know that "time heals all wounds" but I can't wait for time. I hate seeing pregnant women. I feel so jealous. Why them and not me? Why do I have to suffer? I am a good person. What makes this so hard is that I work with children. I go back to work in two weeks and I have to learn to cope or find another job. I can't be teaching a lesson and break down and cry in the classroom. I also work with pregnant teens. They sent me a card and it made me angry. How can a 16 year old girl have a baby and I can't. I know that I am being ridiculous but these thoughts keep running through my mind. I feel bad for feeling this way.
I know that I am rambling but I had to get this off my chest. Thanks for listening (reading).

