I've just had such a bad week. I would have been 12 weeks on Tuesday, and I'd even made a coded note in my diary at work to announce it, but of course I can't. Tuesday and Thursday were the worst days. Tuesday because I should have been telling the world, and Thursday when I should have had my first scan. The pregnant girl in my office finishes for maternity leave next Friday, and everyone who came through the office kept stopping to speak to her and all I could hear was 'yes, I'm 34 weeks now', 'yes, I'm going to try and breastfeed', 'yes, Steve can't wait', 'yes, I'm dreading the birth bit now'. I lost count of the times I had to disappear to the loo's to bawl my eyes out. I still haven't had an AF since my m/c, so that over 7 weeks now. I gave in and did a hpt last weekend, which didn't give me any surprises, but I just want my body (and emotions) to get back to normal. I really didn't expect this 12 week milestone to hit me this bad, but I feel nearly as desolate as when I first m/c'd. It's all I can do not to cry everytime I check this site and read others success or unsuccessful stories, but I feel like I want to wallow in my misery and can't be bothered to try and be cheerful. I've booked holiday Thursday and Friday next week when 'pregnant girl' leaves, but I've a good mind to call in sick for the next three days. I can't deal with much more (naturally concieved) baby excitement. But then I'll still have to see her again when we all go for our office xmas lunch on 15th Dec, to which she's invited, so everyone will be all over her again and there'll be no escaping it without spoiling it for everyone else.
God..... how much more crap can I feel?
Jools x