It's been two months since we learned Baby C didn't have a heartbeat. Most days I'm okay enough. We've already started trying again.
But then today I meet a coworker due two weeks before when I should have been due and had to sit through three hours of dinner, most of which was spent talking about her pregnancy and now much being pregnant sucks. And I just met these people do they don't know how I feel or how badly I want to escape the table but can't. To make it worse, I go on Facebook for a distraction and see a friend from high school announced that she's due when I should have been too.
Why me? Why did this have to happen to me and they get happy healthy babies?
Sorry for the rant.