Spoiler alert: if you plan to watch the second season of Marco Polo, you will want to skip this post. You have been warned.
My husband, who finished watching the second season of Marco Polo while I was traveling for work, forgot to tell me that there was a surprise boy/girl twin birth.
Talk about a trigger. It set me off on a bad path for the rest of the night. Lots of crying. Hysterics. Picking a fight with my husband for no reason. For the first time in a while, I cried myself to sleep.
I had such a wonderful pregnancy and delivery. My birth experience was one that I could look back on fondly. That has since changed. I am both wistful and angry. And seeing the birth of a baby girl first, then a baby boy, well… it was bad.
I miss my boy so terribly.