I have a co-worker with my would have been due-date. This woman is perfectly nice, but a (large) part of me hates her guts. Why was she the chosen one? This woman already has 2 children, and she gleefully tells everyone that this one was an accident. HA! I can't even imagine an accident.
She also told everyone at work at about 6 weeks, right when she found out! What must that kind of confidence feel like? I regret even telling my mother. I never want to un-tell anyone ever again! Does she not know that things can go wrong? Can she be that innocent?
When I brought MH home from the hospital there was a family loading a brand-new baby girl into their car, and I lost it...in front of God and everybody. What if I never get to put a baby into the car? What then?
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I am with you on this one. I am not kidding you--the person who works next to me announced she was six weeks today, too. And I felt angry for you/for me! Her other child is just over a year old. "Not fair!" I yelled inside myself. But we've got to keep faith.
And walking by the little girl clothes at Target yesterday I felt that wave of sympathy.... But we've got to keep faith.
Um, yeah. Wibbs knows that my sister-in-law is preggo, and my in-laws have been totally obnoxious and insensitive about it. I just lost a pregnancy in a gory, life-threating drama. I can't feel happy for her. I just can't. I wish I were a better person, but I'm not.
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