...But Something In My Pants is A Slytherin.

It would be easy to say that the last two days have been the hardest of my life so far. Though at the moment i'm not feeling it. I'm not feeling relieved. I actually feel nothing. At all. Possibly some guilt & a pinch of regret.
Slight bit of anger.

It doesn't feel real.

As much as my body thinks i've just had a baby. Gone through labour and all the rest. My head obviously knows I haven't. Well not really.

If i'd of had longer to think about it i'm not sure I would have made the same desicion.
Two weeks ago I found out I was pregnant.
One week ago I found out I was 22 weeks and 4 days pregnant.

Yesterday/Today I had a surgical abotion.

I'm not too sure how I am meant to react. Am I meant to cry? Have a head full of anger? or pretend like nothings happend?

I'm sure i'm about, in a few weeks to do all of the above. And take it out on the ones closest to me, for which (even though they can't read this) I appologise.

Guilts the main one to deal with I guess. I do feel very very guilty. I know ive just 'killed' a life. At 5 months old, I guess they could have lived.
I didn't know what sex it was.
Id still like to know.

It wasn't the right time for me / us to have a child.
If this was 4-6 years from now i'd be overjoyed. But not now.
That I guess made the quick decision easier. But not my feelings.
It was allways something I said I'd never ever do.
Ever.

I'm sorry.