I felt surrounded this morning, visually assaulted by the pregnant or baby toting women thronging the local playgroup. Forced to take in the sight of cute maternity clothes, drool spattered pink cheeks and fuzzy baby blankets. I even caught a whiff of new baby smell at one point and found myself fighting off tears.
Schmuck, I told myself.
The miscarriage was four months ago, and I’m displaying my characteristic lack of patience in wanting to be pregnant right away. [...]
