Interim

It’s been two weeks since my D&C, which means I can now exercise, have a bath, have sex, and use tampons. Slowly, slowly, I am physically returning to real life. Emotionally, I am dealing. Today feels like the first day of my new life: as a woman who has had a miscarriage. A new deep and bloody notch on my life experience belt.

Meanwhile, I have been so busy catching up with work that I haven’t had time to catch up on my school work. I’m beginning to panic.  Not to mention, OFT is a huge distraction, it’s therapeutic to write and comforting to hear from you all.

I’m not feeling up for socialising yet and have declined two invitations which would require my participation in a group of people. One-on-one I’m okay. I go to the store and exchange pleasantries with a fellow customer, the person at check out. The thought passes through my mind, Can they tell I am a woman in grief?

I wonder if my eyes look different now. It feels like they have changed colour. Is there a perceptible sadness?

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In other news, I’ve edited this blog a little bit.  Start Here at top left is where you can learn more about the blog and some posts to fill you in on my journey so far.  Hovering below Start Here in the menu are two new pages: Who Am I?, which will tell you more about me, and Who Are You?, which is where I hope you will tell me more about yourself. (Credit goes to Elizabeth of Bébé Suisse for this lovely idea.)