Clock Scenario #1: I should have an almost 7-month old baby in my arms. Nope. Never mind.
Clock Scenario #2: I should have a 3-month old baby in my arms. Nope. Never mind.
Clock Scenario #3: I should be nearing my 20th week of pregnancy. Nope. Never mind.
I see and hear people, things, stories, sounds that remind me of these milestones. They aren't milestones that bring me joy. These are milestones that absolutely remind me of what I DON'T have. What I so desperately want.
I'm ready to smash the shit out of that clock. I can buy a new one if I need to. Yes, I'm a poor teacher, but I can afford a cheap clock. It'll be cheap in case I have to break another one someday.
You know what? To hell with that clock. I am going to smash it without buying another one. This is war. I want a baby and I'm going to get one. Just watch me.