Nothing to see here
It was four weeks yesterday that I had the miscarriage, and it's a milestone that's whapped me upside the head. I'm not doing so well, folks. Who knew? I thought by now I'd be moving on, and instead I'm right back where I started. I'm hoping that with therapy and time and some helpful pharmaceuticals, I will regain the ability to move through the day and its many challenges without crying or unleashing my rage at some unwitting bystander (oh, my poor husband). If posting is somewhat light over the next couple of weeks, you won't stop coming here, will you? Of course you won't. Stop nodding like that.
I've tried to respond to all the amazing emails I've received, but some have slipped through the cracks. And I'm realizing that taking care of myself might mean not spending hours giving back to everyone who was kind enough to open up to me. So if you don't get a response, please know that your email (and/or comment) was read and appreciated, and that I would write a response if I weren't so busy watching "What Not to Wear" episodes and staring at my hands. I lead a rich, full existence.
But did you know? I actually managed to compose my Alphamom column for last week, somehow. And that's not all! As you may have noticed over on the right-hand column, over there, I'm in the anthology "Sleep is for the Weak," (the best title ever in the history of anthologies, if you ask me) edited by the infinitely capable Rita Arens. I'm proud to be in such excellent company, and so glad that Rita persevered in her quest to get this book out. I can't wait to read it.










May 27, 2008
Reader Comments (106)
I probably won't stop back for a few months, then.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Who could leave you? xoxo
Don't feel compelled to email everyone back. They're not expecting you to.
Feel better.
Take care of yourself. We just want you to get better.
one month after my early miscarriage, my well-meaning boss told me that I should stopp wallowing and try to "find my joy." I think my foot would have found a LOT of joy nestled in his teeth.
it just sucks so much. i'm sorry.
Your husband lost a child also. Take the time to make sure he is okay. Together you both will make.
i'm glad that you're doing what you need to do. xxxx
When I got depressed (horrid relationship), I watched "Crossing Over" with John Edwards and truly thought he was amazing at the time. At least you're getting clothing advice. [My wan attempt at humor]
...Other people do that, right? RIGHT???
In the mean time, I highly suggest that you broaden your mindless-television watching-ness. I recommend The Real Housewives of New York City as well as Mythbusters. The first because it will make you appreciate your life a lot more, and the second because who doesn't love watching things blow up? Oh, and Nanny 911, even though Supernanny is much better.
Oh! and cookie dough. You should eat that. In all seriousness. Go out and buy those mini Nestle tollhouse semi-sweet chocolate chips, and then use their recipe on the back for cookies. It tastes wonderful raw, and is the perfect vegging-on-the-couch food, guaranteed to make you feel better within seconds of consuming the first bite.
Aaaand, finally, feel better, Alice. Our thoughts are with you.
Grieve as long as you need too, when you're better we'll be here.
And anyone who stops reading your blog now deserves to be stuck in a room with American Idol on constant repeat.