callmeprincesatonight-deactivat:

My kind of morning routine ｡ﾟ･✩

thurgis:

sexu-alworld-deactivated2022050:

step 1: buy her lingerie

step 2: tell her to put it on and suck your cock

step 3: spank her for getting her new panties all wet

alwaysabeautifullife:

If I could be honest for one second—no one tells you that miscarriages are traumatic. No one tells you because most of the women that have them keep it to themselves, like some sort of secret. Which is fine if it wasn’t expected. So you don’t realize actually how painful it is, you assume like some sort of complete idiot that it’s something you can get over easily? Because that’s what’s been presented to you. And then you realize it’s a traumatic event that literally changes your entire perception on anything, and seeing pregnant women or children or talking about pregnancy reminds you and it just becomes hard to breathe?

Everyone also assumes it’s something you should just “get over”. It’s “what happens”, you can’t mourn because it’s “weird”. I remember questioning “should I feel this way? Am I allowed to be sad?” Because I didn’t carry my baby full term and then loose it. I remember that and just…no one tells you.

Anyway I’ll never be over it and it’s traumatic and I want everyone to know.

girl-looking-out-window-deactiv:

Superman and Lois 1x08

This scene is so powerful.

distracting-from-ttc:

“Pregnancy is a beautiful thing, and I believe it should be celebrated; whether it lasts 3 weeks or 9 months.”

— @myrainbowboyandme

The sadness comes in waves.

After a week off work, being the best and then the worst week of my life, colleagues are asking if I had a lovely time off.

I lie and say yes thanks. Its not their fault. They’re not to know. Inside I’m crying. I’m empty. I’m a shell of the person I was last week.

easypeasypumpkinpie2019:

To hold you in my arms and see your little face is all ive ever wanted. Know i will never forget you and you will be loved forever.

12th June I found out I was pregnant. Showed the test to my husband that morning. We cried happy tears and cuddled. I was in a bubble of love. The happiest day of my life.

17th June I found the tiniest speck of blood. Immediately told my husband and broke down in tears. We tried to remain positive, but I knew deep down when the pain started that i couldn’t be positive anymore. Took a test and the words ‘not pregnant’ appeared when it should’ve said 'pregnant 2-3’

18th June I found out I was no longer pregnant and I began to bleed uncontrollably. I was 5 weeks and now the baby we dreamt about, we talked about, we knew was now actually there was disappearing right in front of me. The pregnancy symptoms of sickness or sore boobs were disappearing. The worst day of my life.

2 days on and I’m still bleeding uncontrollably. I’m grieving for the baby we talked about. We were excited, we were talking about nursery colours, cravings, symptoms. My husband is grieving on what is Father’s day. This loss has broken us, but we will get through it… together.

polycoco:

If there is one thing I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy it’s pregnancy loss.