Finding out you're pregnant. It's an amazing time, full of congratulations. From everyone. Including the makers of Similac, Huggies, Pampers, on and on.
And, once they know where to congratulate you, they keep on sending you emails.
How can they not know your dream has turned into your worst nightmare? Why don't they leave you alone?
As if you need to open your email, praying for one supportive, uplifting email. And there it is.
"What Your Baby Looks Like Today"
My baby? She looks like a depressingly small pile of grey ash.
I don't know if it's better or worse, but those "Your Pregnancy Week By Week" at least have a tiny, tiny link at the bottom. "If you've suffered a loss, click here".
You click on it, and it unsubscribes you and takes you into dead baby land, all at the same time.
Where everyone has a dead baby. And surely everyone wants to talk to a group of strangers about it, right?