After spending the past 3 weeks wondering what was going on with baby #2, had first prenatal appt with ultrasound.
.
.
.
no baby.....
.
.
.
Spent this week in surgery and then wear a brave face while attempting to face the world. Relatives know and only 2 of them have offered condolences. Spoke with one relative today that knows and I get nothing - as though nothing happened; as though I don't matter.
I didn't necessarily expect to be showered with attention, nor do I want that, however it would be nice to have our loss acknowledged. After all, she gets a fucking card if she has the sniffles.....