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The Difference

My second day at work definitely went better than the first day. For one thing I forgot to bring a new box of tissues, but I managed not to cry. All this despite the fact that someone came to me and spoke to me about the whole thing directly. His wife found out she was pregnant shortly after I did, so we were comparing milestones and such. I’ve always like him…I think I even might have had a crush on him at some point. He’s a really nice guy, but I managed not to cry in front of him, even though I wanted to. He had his own theory about the soul of the baby and why it left us. It’s nice to hear other points of view.

This is such a weird place to be in. I was going to be a parent…and now I’m not. I was going to be a mother…and now I’m not. My entire life was going to change…and now it hasn’t. There was all this expectation and build up…and now…nothing. Just sadness and heartache.

The only thing that has really changed is my focus and how other people are towards me. People treat me like I am a fragile now, which I suppose I am at the moment and I don’t mind it. Rather that than someone (like Jubba) saying the wrong thing to me and me being fired for stabbing him with the scissors on my desk.

I never wanted a baby before. Now I’m thinking perhaps I’ll have two. I’ve also learned to be VERY careful what you wish for. It haunts me that I used to say ‘I’ve always wanted to be pregnant, I’ve just never wanted a baby’, because that’s exactly what I got. Pregnancy without a baby. This is of course before I knew what hell pregnancy would be for me, during the time I was still buying into the smiling faces on the pregnancy magazines. I have been very careful not to say “I want a baby, but I don’t want to be pregnant”, because I would love to have my own healthy baby.

I’ve become slightly more tolerant of seeing pictures of babies and seeing baby things, but not comfortable as yet.

I really hope I fall pregnant before the other people at work that are currently pregnant have their babies. I think I would feel better if it happened that way, but I shouldn’t set my heart on anything either. I can just hope and pray that we conceive again quickly and that the next baby is meant to stay with us.

Oh dear. So much for not crying at work.

I’m helping out in another department since they have a bit of a backlog. A change is as good as a holiday they say. Better get back to work before they think I think I am on holiday!

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