fluctuations

And I'm back to having hypothyroidism. Thanks, doc.

I haven't spoken to her (my doctor) yet, but maybe she'll put me back on the dose I was on before. That would be convenient as I have pills left over from last time.

What an exciting update. That's about all I have for today. Oh.. I was *this* close to biting off a customer's head earlier. I instead told my colleagues that I will not be helping or working with said customer ever again, as this is not the first incidence of the stupidness that the customer brought upon me. Maybe that was immature, but I really don't need the added stress in my life right now.

The End.

phone call

I'd like to give a shout-out to my OBGYN for *not* telling all of their people that I had a miscarriage.

I just had a lovely minute-long call with a lady who wanted me to come in and sign some consent forms for when I deliver my non-existant baby.

I bluntly told her that I had a miscarriage in February.

She was speechless for a few seconds then apologized and said I hadn't been taken off the list. She apologized a second time and hung up.

Yup.

That's my life.


Reminder after reminder.

outcast

I have two main sets of friends: high school friends and college friends.

My high school friends are at various stages of life.. some are still in college, some have houses, and some are married. None of them have children yet and none of them are planning on having kids any time soon (that I know of, at least...are you???).

My college friends are pretty much all married, living in houses, and almost all of the married couples have children.

Keith and I live in a house. We're married. We tried to have a kid but my body just wouldn't have it.

Where do we fit in?

When I'm with my high school friends and they talk about having children in 3 years or that they don't want to have kids at all because they're so annoying (honest, that was said to my face), what do I say back? Yeah, kids are super annoying because they up and die on you. Or Yeah, maybe if I get over this whole my-kid-is-dead thing I'll join the bandwagon and have another in 5 years.

When I'm with my college friends it's all kids all the time. Everyone has a kid and I get to see and hear all about it. I'd probably do the same thing if Aidan were alive, but he's not. So instead I get to wallow in my misery while they share 5,000 pictures of their newborn. What could I possibly add to a conversation with them? B.S., smalltalk, sadness about Aidan, and the "someday" when I might have a live child of my own?

I don't feel like I fit in with either group right now. I honestly don't care about spending time with either group (although I try, because I'm supposed to, I guess) because I don't feel like I belong. I'm not one of them. I feel like an outcast.

So, fittingly, I have left facebook. Yeah, like that's a huge deal to you, but it is to me. Facebook was my link to everyone - photos, everyday happenings, events. I have no contact with those people now unless they want to e-mail me, text or call (because you all know that I won't). I felt bad hiding everyone so instead I deactivated my account...which I think is a good compromise (and I can still come back if i want). You won't have to see any sad, depressing posts from me and I won't have to see any happy (or mundane) posts of yours.

I'll come back when I no longer feel like an outsider.

4 months

Time seems to be going by so quickly, yet so slowly.

Another month has passed. Another month without Aidan.

After my last post you all encouraged me to write and express how I'm feeling.

It's hard.

There are random times throughout the day when my feelings will build up and all I want to do is get them out, either by writing or talking or crying. Lately those moments have been so inopportune.. in the middle of an airport or while out to dinner. I can't just pull out my laptop and start writing. I can't just launch into a full-blown conversation about why life sucks so much right now. I'll end up bawling and sobbing and hundreds of people will be staring at me. I have to be alone when I write or at least in a separate room from everyone else. I need to be able to focus my thoughts and not be distracted by.. well.. life.

By the time I finally am alone those immense feelings have subsided. I feel better and don't want to bring myself back to that sad point from earlier. I just want to bask in the numbness for a while.

Then the feelings come back, and hopefully I'm alone this time so I can write it all down.

This month has been exceptionally hard. I'm back to the point where I don't want to see anyone. Those of you who have seen me are quite lucky. It's easier to see some people than others. It's amazing how I can hang out with one group of people but just thinking about someone breaks me down.

I've been writing posts in my head and a few of them have been written on here, just not shared (there is an option for that, Christina). Maybe I'll share some this week since I'm not traveling for a change.

For now, happy four month birthday, Aidan. I miss you and love you.

lately

I haven't been posting much on here lately, as you've probably noticed. There are a few reasons for this..
1) I've been traveling and am busy and when I do have free time I try to spend it with my husband
2) A certain somebody reads this blog and I don't want to make her feel like shit just because I feel like shit

So, if I come up with something more generic to be sad about and post about, you'll be sure to see it up here.

One awesome tidbit from today: A lady asked me after training today if I could make our break at 2pm instead of later, that way she could go pump her breast milk at her regularly scheduled time and not miss as much of the class. Thanks. Like I need that rubbed in my face.

happy father's day

Happy father's day to my wonderful husband and all of the other fathers out there, babylost or not.

it still hurts

stab. stab. stab.

twist. twist. twist.

i wish i were made of kevlar.