And we had a lovely time. And I was truly doing better, feeling almost normal.
And then.
The grocery store. A couple with their newborn son. A woman, swollen with pregnancy. And the clincher.....a man pushing in a cart his year old daughter. Who screeched like an air raid siren, just like the Kraken used to.
I barely made it to the car.
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Damn. Just damn.
What Susan said.
Hang in there. I'm rooting for you.
I am so sorry! I do hope things will become easier in time.
Miscarriage, the gift that keeps on giving. I keep waiting for the day that nothing reminds me of what I have lost, but it's not here yet. I don't cry any more though, so there's that. And I'm not that far ahead of you. At least you can look forward to that.
I'm so sorry, lady. SO so so sorry.
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