I haven't had a "good" cry for a while now. Until this morning, when the worst-cramps-ever-in-the-history-of-the-world-ever-no-really-that-bad finally got the better of me after two days and I gave up holding it back.
"I have *sniff* horrible cramps *sob* it's been a year since I was *sniffle* pregnant *wail* and *sniff* I am SO sick *drip* of *sob* being *sob* disappointed."
Soft touches, kisses and hugs brought me back to sanity and snuggling always makes me feel better.
"I don't like it when you're upset Poppet"
"Neither do I *sniffle*"
"But it's good to get it out"
"S'pose *hic* so"
"It'll be all right"
"It better be..."
And it better be because who wants to live the rest of their life disappointed?
I remember after losing George, one lady from work "comforting" me by expressing her sorrow at my "great disappointment". No, dear, I'm grieving the loss of my son.
*sigh* Do excuse my rambling.