This post is not funny. I just want to put that out there, in case you are having one of those days when you need a laugh. I won't be offended if you skip over to some other blog for the day and revisit this later, once you've had a few beers and that Sarah McLachlan commercial about abandoned dogs comes on TV and you're ready for some FEELINGS.
For those of you still with me, here goes:
Today was supposed to be my due date.
That was what happened in January. I found out I was pregnant. Then I found out it wasn't viable. Then I had a miscarriage. At almost twelve weeks.
I debated writing about it. Ever since it happened I've wanted to write about it, but I didn't want to upset anyone, make anyone uncomfortable, cross any lines.
Then I thought of the flip side: The people it could help, the people who might find comfort in knowing they weren't alone, the women (or men) desperately Googling "blighted ovum" or "sonogram no embryo" who might end up here instead of on some cold, frightening WebMD message board.
When I found out I was pregnant I started a new blog. I figured that way I wouldn't have to rehash everything when I finally told you. Even though events took a turn for the worse, I'm still glad I kept a record. I still don't feel like rehashing. If you want to read it, you can find it here.
It's actually kind of funny. Please don't be offended -- humor is my crutch. Plus, there's plenty of depressing stuff, too -- something for everyone!
I hope it goes without saying that I don't expect anyone to tell me about their own miscarriages or other struggles in the comments (although if you feel comfortable doing so you're welcome to). If you would like to respond without making it public, you can always email me.
P.S. Thank you to everyone who weighed in on the "Where's the Line -- or the Lie" post. Your support means so much to me. This isn't a new direction for the blog, it's just... well, it just is what it is. It's just something I needed to write.