Today, this woman at the office was loudly discussing how her daughter had just told her she was pregnant. The daughter is still pretty early on, but I just let that go. My coworker is excited to be a grandmother. It did make me feel a bit jealous; I know how excited our mothers were when we told them about our first pregnancy, but I tried to let that go. Really.
And then this coworker announced that her daughter had only been trying for a month. Really? Did we really all need to know that? Even though Mr. Rhody and I have blessedly had little trouble getting pregnant, I would never go around and tell people that. That's like bragging. That's like discussing my salary in public.
So I turned to a "friend" of mine on IM, telling her that I thought it was rude to announce such a thing, to which she replied, "Not everyone is scarred."
I see. I'm scarred. And it's perfectly ok to brag. I understand totally.
I think I need new friends. I was thinking on the way home that I might look around for some miscarriage support groups around here. It would be nice to have some people to talk to IRL who've been there. Because I'm tired of hearing that I worry too much and apparently something is wrong with me for letting these miscarriages upset me.
Scarred. Really.
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