Infertility is a Dirty Whore. Chapter 147.

Like Topcat said.... There's alot of heart heavy bad news around in blogland this week. Losses, failures, battles. The black hole of infertility. We all loathe reading that our sisters are in pain. How do you convey sorry when a heartbeat has stopped? Circle the Wagons. That's all we can do.

I have just returned from Target. My brother told me there was a 50% off Sale on Baby items (including nursery furniture) so I bid my desk farewell & gleefully skipped toward Target.
It was a frightful nightmare. At first I thought perhaps Target were giving away Free Gold Bullion Bars and that would explain the frenzy of shoving, pram pushing women. But alas, no. It was just human nature at it's worst (Day-time Women folk & a SALE). I walked a few steps in a daze & muttered "This Makes me SICK" to anyone who would look over their loot long enough to see me. Really, the whole thing was un nerving. How many toys & games & crap do our kids need? Consumer madness, I say.

I have my 19 week scan tomorrow. I hope Hef isn't pissed off I didn't purchase a THING for the nursery today. I'm still glad I walked away with my empty hands placed over my bump.
Come on kid, we don't need this. Let's go get an ice cream.
My shout.