But as I'm standing in the waiting area waiting for the tour to begin I'm looking at everyone else there for the same experience. They're all couples. Men holding their girls hands or purse. Woman holding their bellies smiling at their significant other every time the RN says something about the experience. Then there is me; with my aunt and best friend. No significant other. I shrugged it off yesterday. But today as I'm laying in bed I'm crying my eyes out wishing my child's father would of came. We aren't on the best of terms and really haven't been in some time, but I really wish he would have come through for me. I'm tired of feeling alone in my pregnancy. Others support me but all I want is his support. I'm tired of asking, and dropping hints. I'm tired of getting my hopes up and having my feelings crushed. Some days I can act strong and like I'm okay on the inside, today hasn't been one of them. I've been in my bed all day long. Lying to others saying I'm okay or I'm sick.