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So yesterday we go over to the Beattie's house. I'm prepared to answer any and all questions about the miscarriage, as it is an interesting topic of conversation to most people, and they seem to think I want to talk about it. (Which sometimes I do. Sometimes. Not constantly.)
We get there. Sandy and Monica meet us at the door, hugs and handshakes are exchanged, and Sandy looks directly at me and asks quietly, "Are you okay?"
I nod, then say, "Yeah, I'm okay."
And that was it.
I was thinking about it on the way home, and came to the conclusion that I really appreciated their approach to it. Not having to discuss the miscarriage helped me to kind of forget it happened, at least for the night, and just sit back and have fun without being reminded of it.
On my to-do list today: dishes, laundry (at least folding the laundry I've already done, I'm such a lazy wench), cleaning out the refrigerator, and I had something else and of course don't remember now what it was.
I really need a new mood theme.
We get there. Sandy and Monica meet us at the door, hugs and handshakes are exchanged, and Sandy looks directly at me and asks quietly, "Are you okay?"
I nod, then say, "Yeah, I'm okay."
And that was it.
I was thinking about it on the way home, and came to the conclusion that I really appreciated their approach to it. Not having to discuss the miscarriage helped me to kind of forget it happened, at least for the night, and just sit back and have fun without being reminded of it.
On my to-do list today: dishes, laundry (at least folding the laundry I've already done, I'm such a lazy wench), cleaning out the refrigerator, and I had something else and of course don't remember now what it was.
I really need a new mood theme.
