Losing it

It's the name of a song I might someday write. I just keep losing. And dammit, I don't remember even joining the game.

Also, I  would like back (in addition to my baby): my year off from bleeding, my ignorance innocence and naievity, my milky breasts, my ability to function in public, my baby, my sense of purpose, my vocabulary, my hope for the furture, my plans for this year, my husband's sperm (you can keep that vasectomy thenk you very much), my full belly...