Can't you just say sorry?Please, please, please, please, please don't tell me about your friend's cousin's aunt who had seven miscarriages and went on to have a child. In five miscarriages' time I will be too old and too skint to have a baby. I will also be hanging from a rope, not really conducive to a successful pregnancy. All your words tell me is that you haven't really been listening, or you haven't got a clue what I've been talking about, so you offer that little nugget of information in the hope that it will "cheer me up". It doesn't, it just depresses me further. And anyway, I want lots of babies - can you calculate my miscarriage per live birth expectancy and give me the final tally?
My peace has been disturbed by one solitary email.
Update: This post is in no way directed at any of the wonderful people that read this blog and have kept me going over the past year. Any stories you have told me or advice you have given me about people in similar situations has been a source of comfort and has given me the strength to keep going. And if I did get a comment that made me feel uncomfortable, I would reply to it straight away. I love you all xxxxx