I must vent... Pregnancy brain, mommy brain, whatever this jello inside my skull is doing, has confused me to no avail.
Under any circumstance, because of my relationship with my body, I believed that I would have a wonderful pregnancy free of pain and yucky symptoms. Yea, I know, wishful thinking. You may find this laughable but I consider my personal "morning sickness" to be a product of spiritual sickness, not biology.
Solitude can be a beautiful thing when exercised with purpose and I found refuge in getting away from my socially toxic ways. However, too much time alone can also be harmful. My alone time transformed into self-punishment. I castigated myself for not being able to change the bad things that happened in my life, such as being fired.