I've decided that whoever came up with the expression "misery loves company" has never truly been miserable. Real misery feels worse when you hear someone else is going through it.
I got to go check my email at the local public library while we were on vacation. I found out that two other bloggers had miscarriages this week.
I cried quietly the whole way home from the library.
I do not want to share that misery with other people.
We're home now. I've got some stuff to share, but I'm too exhausted from the 18-hour drive to do it now.
But I did have a laugh the first night we were gone when I heard that Hillary's story of the girl who couldn't raise $100 for a prenatal visit, the story I wrote about when she was campaigning here in town, was baloney.
I missed my blog that night.
Posted by Sarah at April 14, 2008 05:39 PM | TrackBackOh thank God! I missed you way too much - I clicked over here so many times just to check it bordered on stalking behavior.
But I did manage to control myself a bit, as I didn't start hounding you or anything. But only because you had to spend some time with the husband. :)
Posted by: airforcewife at April 14, 2008 06:34 PMAlthough I have never experienced that misery, I do remember going through the motions to try to conceive and they can be brutal, for those you know through the blogsphere that lost their little ones this week, my heart goes out to them, that heartbreak, I can only fathom in my worst nightmares......
On the lighter note, it's good to see you back, get some rest....
Posted by: A Soldier's Wife at April 14, 2008 09:53 PMI have experienced a miscarriage and well, the misery is simply unbearable. The real misery though? Those people who just don't understand how miserable you are.
Hang in there.