Loves labor, lost

August 7, 2006 6:02 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBacks (0)

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Dear Elena:
The punches in the face I’m dreading are the ones six months from now when the three of us are out somewhere and someone who doesn’t know asks “where’s the little one?” It’s still a black eye - but they don’t know. It’s not their fault. They mean well.

This story reminded me a lot of what Jen and I went through in in early 2004 when she had a miscarriage. We had told quite a few people about the pregnancy at that point, but we weren't exactly eager to go around telling people what had happened - it's not the kind of news you want to go around sharing.

What was worse was the people who I didn't see very often but who I had told - one example is a friend who was also pregnant at the time and about to move to California. When I talked to her online a few months later, she asked about the baby - and I had a very hard time replying with anything, let alone telling her that there was no baby anymore.

Luckily, I think that she was the last one that I had to deal with as far as that fun little telling of news goes.