I started my period this morning, right on time. For the last two weeks I’d been worried that I was pregnant and somewhere along the line convinced myself I was. I got really used to the idea and began to hope it was true. Then last night I had a dream that I wasn’t pregnant and that it was not the right time for me to have a baby. I am saddened because of it. I wonder if I’ll ever be a mother.

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