I have therapy every Tuesday morning. And I go for an MRI scheduled Tuesday afternoon and I can't eat all day. Then I go back on 31st to retry the sonohystogram. I am spent. I wake up thinking I don't care what is wrong with me and maybe I should just not have kids. Then I think about how happy I was when I got pregnant because I was told all my life that I couldn't have kids. Should I keep going or risk the heartbreak of finding out that something is going to be really wrong?
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