From a recent contact to,

My first pregnancy was a miscarriage. I was 29, and was just diagnosed with colitis. So I wanted to try to have a child before symptoms prevented me from having one. I conceived, and miscarried 8 weeks later — during a sonogram visit on my lunch break.

Everyone at work knew. The whole hospital I worked for. It was only the ones that also went through a miscarriage that said ANYTHING to me.

To top it off, it turned out ANOTHER woman in my office had also become pregnant. She had almost the same due date as I had. Plus, she annouced it after a wedding of another worker — siting she only kept it a secret because she didn’t want to ‘upstage’ the bride. So now I was looked on as “an upstager!”