Who sings that stupid song anyway?
I'm trying. I really am. It's just so damn HARD. Especially when you're constantly surrounded with reminders.
Like, for instance, three shows that I watch (um, yeah, I guess I watch a little too much TV...you should see our Tivo season pass list) had characters who had miscarriages...ALL LAST WEEK. Same week as me. I haven't cried that hard infront of the TV since...well, I guess since the week before that (everything makes me cry these days). But you know what I mean.
Let's not even get into the reminders that occur on a daily basis everywhere I go. Babies and pregnant women are EVERYWHERE. And even when they're not around, people are talking about them...who's pregnant, who just had a baby, how wonderful is my baby, my baby is SO smart and SO cute, my baby went pee pee on the potty...
Plus, our house could be mistaken for a crack den...we've got more needles, syringes and drugs than I know what to do with.
There's no escaping. And speaking of escaping, trying to book a vacation has become virtually impossible. WE NEED ONE....badly. Ugh.
OK, I feel a little better.
Thanks to all of you who have supported us during this struggle (you know who you are). Your kind words and listening ears (and knowing not to say "just relax, it'll happen" or "drink a lot of wine") have been very helpful with easing the pain a bit.
And yes, I still like hearing about your kids...I'd just prefer some adult conversation to go along with it :)
I'm slowly making my way to the bright side...