...and lived to tell the tale.
It was a dark, cold and rainy morning at the Vancouver Convention Centre. Strollers were approaching the Exhibit Hall by the masses. The sound of crying and fussing babies was clearly audible amidst the kiddy music playing at the end of the large, crowded room. I was pushed and shoved toward the booths by the giant sea of pregnant bellies surrounding me, like cattle to the slaughter...
Actually it wasn't too bad. I only got a bit choked up twice; once when a woman asked me if I was pregnant. I recoiled and blurted out a very bitter "No!". She was a bit taken aback by this brazen answer, I could tell. The second time was when I was getting a complimentary facial (which was awesome, by the way) and the women giving the facial said, "When are you going to catch up to your friend here [pregnant L] and have a baby too?". That was too much. I answered boldly by saying, "Um actually I WAS pregnant and I recently miscarried". That shut her up for about 3 seconds. Then she went on to tell me about how her sister was pregnant and today is officially 12 weeks for her so she can start telling everyone blah blah blah.
All in all, I handled things better than I could have dreamed. And I walked away with a bunch of free samples of lotions and potions and all kinds of goodies. It was a pretty good morning.
But it did make me feel even more anxious to have a baby, if that's even possible. I really hope my turn is coming up soon. I am so ready.