I found this when i was looking for blighted ovum support groups.
¨Every time I conceive a new life in my womb, my heart expands exponentially to create a home for that child and my mind stretches wide open to welcome a new life into my life. Every time I lose a baby from my womb, my heart and mind are left with a gaping emptiness I don't know how to fill.¨
That's where i am still at, nursing the black fuckin hole in my empty empty uterus.
On the brighter side i am working a summer school teaching english and doing these wicked arts and crafts projects with 11-12 year old kids (almost all boys). They are so fun and so funny, but they have some dirty dirty minds and they love to show off all the dirty english vocabulary that they can find on the internet.
Next week i am gonna teach them how to cook no sugar-whole wheat-banana johny corn-cakes. Which i plan on telling them is a traditional american food! I think it will be funny to watch them trying to flip the pancakes.
I've got two families lined up where i will go to their house during august to play with their little kids and just speak english to them, and i have two adults almost set up for private classes for august. So i think everything is going to be all right as long as my hungry hungry uterus doesn't swallow me up.