The bitch revisits (do -do -do -do do)

I was feeling so good yesterday then two things happened. I told the only really close friend I have at work about how I felt so much better now I am taking my meds. She knows about my miscarriages, and about all the pregnant people at work and how that affects me.

So later she came to me and said she has just been talking to a friend of hers who "only got married 9 months ago and I knew just from the way she spoke that she had news, and she did..." I stopped her right there. I said "Wait, If this story is going where I think it is going, then please don't continue. I just cannot cope with hearing more stories about fertile people just getting pregnant at the drop of a hat. I just couldn't cope".

She turned to me and said "you need more meds".

ARRGGHHHHHH What a horrible thing to say?

So I get home and I am in a really quiet mood. Hubbs knows something is up, but he isn't going to ask. About 10pm he turned to me and said "So what bun is stuck up your oven tonight?" . Apart from the fact he completely screwed up the insult, he mixed it with one about pregnancy!!!! I could not believe it.

I stood up, said "No there is no BUN in my OVEN, I MISCARRIED my BUN" and I went to bed to cry myself to sleep again.

Today I am once again washed out and I have the worst headache.

I have a weird day at work today. They are refitting the floor this afternoon, taking away our desks and replacing them with desks 30cm smaller (so they can fit more people on the floor) and so I have to spend the morning packing up my desk and I have to be out of the office by 12. Unfortunately I am supposed to be back in the office by 4pm for a meeting. So the boss says to have a 2-3 hour lunch and then come back for a coffee or something in the cafe before the meeting. If it wasn't for this stupid meeting I could just leave at 12 and go home. I would so prefer an afternoon off right now.

Anyway, enough of my whinging and bitching. Off to take some panadol and get ready for work.