This has got to me the most hideous week I’ve had in a long time. My emotions have been insane (I wonder why) and I’ve decided the best way to cope with my loss is to curl up every night with a couple bottles of beer. And I’m not even a big drinker - so that’s definitely out of character for me.
But - I’m good. I’m at that point in this process where my twisted humor is finally back full swing. I learned from many fertility challenged bloggers before me that the twisted humor method is the best way to cope…with everything. It was Tertia who I first heard use the phrase Live Baby Check when speaking of her ultrasounds with her twins. I used that through my entire pregnancy with NikkiZ and while it seemed a perfect sentiment for me, no one else appreciated it.
Last night - I was trying to convince Stace to go see my favorite Bluegrass Band with me tonight. It’s my father-in-law’s birthday outing and I wanted her to come because we haven’t gone out together since she moved here. She was whining about no money, no babysitter, so tired, blah blah blah. I said, “Stace! I had a miscarriage on Monday. It is your obligation as a friend to go out with me to help me cope with my loss and sadness.”
When you’ve moved on to holding your pregnancy loss over someone’s head to get them to go to a bar with you? You are officially an evil person.
But you are also officially going to be okay. And that’s a good place to be.
I’m glad you are in that place.
So, did she go out with you? How could she resist?
Heck yeah, girl! We’re going out! There really never was a doubt…
And children are taken care of!
I’m sure the dark sense of humor doesn’t work for everybody…but it’s worked for everyone I know.
Long time lurker–first blog comment ever, yikes! Your blog kept me sane and gave me hope during my repeat miscarriage days (after the heartbeat too)–and your search function was a godsend this time last year when I used it to read about your experiences with progesterone. Pregnancy is crazy-stessful after a loss, isn’t it? I’m sorry you are feeling that ache again–even though I now have a six month old drooly boy, I wonder if one reason I can’t imagine wanting another is because I don’t know if I can bear having those feeling again. Or that my body can take all the cheesy poofs and peanut m and m’s I would consume afterwards. Anyway, long comment just to say that your blog means a lot to me and I am glad to see each day get a little brighter for you.
i would totally have gone to the bluegrass show with you.
sounds like something I’d do…have done. Glad you got out!
I’m glad you are on the mend. ((hugs))
You are a genius. Evil genuis, yes, but a genius. Have a blast tonight.
It is only evil if it didn’t work. Is she going with you?
The only good thing about my miscarriage was the alcohol (and tons of it!) after it was all said and done.
Oh my gosh! I have not been reading as I used to and I had no idea that you were TTC again. I am so sorry that you had a miscarriage. My heart aches for you and your family.
Take care of yourself.
Miss Z,
Just wanted to say I am so sorry for all that has happened over the last week. I have been there, too, and know how hard it is to just keep on going. I hope you got to go and have some fun, it is much needed and deserved!!
Congratulations!
Ju told me your sad news over the weekend when we were together. I’m so sorry for you. I’ll say a prayer for your healing.