Today, in the break room at work, a colleague looked at my lunch and said, “What a perfect lunch for a pregnant woman!” I smiled at her blankly and continued to prepare my food, planning to eat at my desk.
“What?” another colleague asked.
I ignored everyone and walked out of the break room (see previous post, “11 days after” about this same day in which I give myself permission to avoid eye contact).
Later, I told the woman who had made the comment about my lunch about my pregnancy loss. She got teary eyed and gave me a hug.
Later, that same day, another woman pulled me into her office and closed the door. Three miscarriages, she told me, and no one knows. Only you.