“You’re more fertile after a miscarriage.” Ahahahahahaah! Thanks for the false hope! Has really made each month that much easier. Being told you’re “more fertile in the first months after a miscarriage”, getting a faint positive line followed by a period a few days later...what a joke.

Oh and let’s sweeten the deal by making everything totally irregular and random. Ovulate on cycle day 10, then ovulate on cycle day 21. Period on cycle day 35 and then next month on day 26.

And how about that awesome new kind of post-miscarriage period? More cramping and bleeding than ever before! I know it’s coming because I can’t even move a few hours before it starts 👌 I mean, I didn’t really like any of the sheets and underwear that have been ruined anyways. That super heavy pad/diaper just ain’t cutting it these days since every period after miscarriage has been so heavy that I can literally feel myself becoming anemic...forget going to the gym or having the energy to do anything other than change your tampon or pad every hour.

So yeah, I’m moody. Yeah, I’m annoyed by other women’s pregnancies. And no, I’m not going to feel bad about it or hide my giant fucking eye roll every time pregnant Karen at work complains about her indigestion and how fat she feels. Hey Karen? Want to know uncomfortable? Try telling your husband you finally got a positive pregnancy test and then telling him you’re bleeding a few weeks later...Three times in five months.

Im sure my rant will strike a cord with someone and spark the usual anger shaming tag line: “well you shouldn’t be jealous of other pregnant women...just be happy for other people.” Keep your peace, love, and happiness bullshit to yourself. I’m allowed to be hurt and upset and I don’t have to be happy for anyone right now.

Or maybe someone will tell me I need to get professional help because god forbid someone use an anonymous social media platform to release their frustration before trying to move on with their day...they must be psychotic or in need of mental health if they do such a crazy thing 🙄

I’m not looking for advice. I’m not looking for help. I’m just looking for a place to put the feelings and frustration and anger and unfairness while I go off into the world and try to act like everything is just great. Nothing to see here.