Someone Is Fighting a Harder Battle Than You

Dear Bitchy Lady on the American Airlines Flight from Baltimore to Miami  on November 2,

You don’t know me, but just the fact that I’m using the B word to describe you means you suck…big time.

The same day I was leaving for my vacation I found out I was miscarrying. Again. And your attitude while we were boarding made my day worse. So thanks. Thanks a lot for that.

Let me refresh your memory….

B Lady’s Nice Friend: Oh, they’re in Group 3, so they should go ahead of us. We’re Group 4.

B Lady: You’re in Group 3?

Thoughtsy and Kiefer: Yes.

B Lady: Well, I certainly wouldn’t want to cut in front of a Group 3. Oh no! Please go ahead of me, Group 3 people.

Then you repeated that for the next 5 minutes while we waited to board the plane. Boo and Radley were more mature than you.

B Lady, I’m sorry you can’t count. I’m sorry the airline put you in a group behind us. I’m sorry you got in line before your group number was even called.

I’m sorry I didn’t let you go first just to make you feel like an ass. But I was tired and bleeding, and I just wanted to find my seat, go to sleep, and forget that I was miscarrying.

I don’t know what prompted your attitude, but whatever it was, I’m sorry. I hope you’re feeling better today.

You see, I try to be nice to everyone because I know no matter how bad of a day I’m having, someone is having a worse one.

That said, if I ever see you again, I’m punching you in the face.

Insincerely,

Thoughtsy

I Am Thankful for a Cat Who Sleeps on My Head

This Thanksgiving I am thankful for…

• Mashed potatoes and gravy. Lots and lots of gravy.
• A kiss from Kiefer every morning before he goes to work.
• The Bloggess following me on Twitter.
• A cat who sleeps on my head and a dog who sleeps on my legs…at the same time.
• A mother who held me and cried with me during my miscarriage.
• Radley’s laugh.
• Boo’s smile.

Have a wonderful Thanksgiving! May your gravy boat overfloweth…but not on the good tablecloth.

What I Lost During Hurricane Sandy

Hurricane Sandy knocked down a few trees and knocked out our power a couple times, but she didn’t cause any major damage.

But something else was already damaged.

After Hurricane Sandy…

Thoughtsy to Doctor: So my period is different…I think something is wrong.

Doctor: Your pregnancy test came back positive. So…it’s not a period…you’re having an early miscarriage.

Since this miscarriage was so early, I didn’t even realize I was pregnant. Because I was losing something I didn’t even know I had, I thought that would make it easier.

And it was easier. For the first 15 seconds.

Then it got harder. What’s wrong with me? Why can’t my body keep a baby that I want so badly? What if I can’t ever carry a baby to full-term?

To make matters worse, just hours after I found out I was miscarrying, Kiefer, Boo, Radley, and I hopped on a plane to the Florida Keys for vacation.

And as much as I tried to hide it, for the next few days on and off, I cried. I was moody. I was crampy. My back hurt, and I was exhausted.

Boo: Dad, is Thoughtsy ok?

Kiefer: She’s not feeling well.

What a perceptive kid. I hope I have one just like him someday.

When Everyone Is Pregnant But You

You’ll see pregnant women everywhere two times during your life.

1. When you’re pregnant…but don’t know it yet.

If suddenly every woman you pass on the street is about to burst forth a baby, go buy a pregnancy test because you’re probably pregnant.

I think it has something to do with the increased sense of smell. You can smell out your own kind.

2. After you have a miscarriage.

After a miscarriage, pregnant women will also run rampid. And not just pregnant women, but babies.

It’s the babies that get to me. To date, I’ve broken out into tears upon seeing babies in the grocery store, on the street, and at a restaurant in the middle of dinner.

Here are my solutions to stopping crying. Not just miscarriage crying, but crying in general.

1. Hugs from Kiefer. But not my Kiefer. Get your own Kiefer.
2. Kisses from puppies. Like Ozzy. I’m willing to lend out Ozzy…for a small fee.
3. Pop-Tarts. That’s why they come in a two-pack. One for you, one for me.
4. Ice Cream. It’ll make you feel better if you share ice cream with a friend me.

Favorite Comment From Last Post: “You should keep your eye on her…you DID say she was kind of slutty, and she IS kind of making moves on your man while you’re at work. Or she’s buttering him up for the kill. Either way—pay attention.”—Sugar Dish Me

Pod Person Kiefer Returns

I know the post about the miscarriage probably took you by surprise. Here’s a post with some background.

Me: I’m really frustrated with our relationship. I feel like I’m waiting on you for everything. We can’t get married, we can’t have a baby…. I’m afraid you’re going to wait so long to propose that I won’t be able to have a baby once we’re married. And then I’ll hate you.

Kiefer: So let’s start trying to have a baby now.

Me: I know you’re not ready…wait…what did you say?

Kiefer: I said, “baby.”

Me: Do you have a fever? Come here. I need to feel your forehead. Feels fine. Oh my god, you’re a pod person.

Kiefer: I love you. I know we’re going to get married and be together. And if it’ll make you happy, let’s try now. I know you want to be a mom, and I don’t want you to miss that opportunity.

Me: Is this just a trick to have sex 24/7?

So there you have it. It’s official. I’m no longer dating human Kiefer. There is only Zul Pod Person Kiefer.

Favorite Comment From Last Post: “No! They already took prank calls away, now shoelaces too?!”—MissFourEyes