So, I thought I was okay... WRONG! This is so petty, but tonight I was making some dinner on the stove & drinking a glass of wine... Then it hit home, I shouldn't be drinking at all, or cooking to fill a gap... I should be pregnant, contented. I should be a mum -to be- Worrying about things like birth plans, names & which pram I would like to spoil my baby with... Feel so empty. And full of self pity. I hate it, it's not me.