(There's really no point to this post, feel free to overlook.)
The husband and I went to Wal-Mart last night. It was his payday so we went out ot get our necessities, and as we all know, when you're hurting and desperate for a baby... they're everywhere. They're in carseats, or making a mother's belly nice and round.
We meandered over to customer service to load money on our Visa, and all three (it was fairly late at night) of the women in line were heavily pregnant... and I couldn't do it. I zipped out of the line, left my poor husband there to deal with customer service, and ran to the bathroom... where I hyperventilated in the attempt to keep from bawling.
I've been doing remarkably well. I can usually just glance past expectant mothers and wailing babies... but last night, I just couldn't. I had a relapse in grief.
((hugs)) like the other ladies said it's pretty normal because even almost 3 yrs after my loss something will bring me back to the day of my loss and I get teary eyed all over again. It takes time and even though I don't think you ever get over your loss you get to a point where it is easier.
Thank you, ladies. This isn't something I'm unused to---I know it's normal, even years after loss(es), but I needed to let out the experience. I can be alright for months and then have the grief triggered.