I've spent the past hour here at work reading the blog of a woman I don't know, who lost her baby at 35 weeks in May. My heart breaks for her. I want to tell her this, but I don't know if that makes me look like some weird person desperately searching for someone who might understand. I think that's just part of what blogging IS, but I guess I haven't really learned the rules yet. Is that what we do??

I spent another 45 minutes before that Googling "septate uterus" and trying not to let myself worry too much about that before I even have the HSG.

I can hear the pregnant woman who works on my floor laughing with another of my coworkers. She's due a month after my due date from the first miscarriage, and I am dreading the fact that we will probably have some sort of "shower" for her right around the time I would've been leaving this place, for good, to raise my child.

I've gotten next to nothing done at work today, and as usual, I just don't care. This horrible attitude was here before I lost either pregnancy, and it certainly hasn't gotten any better since.