It wasn’t so bad. Mostly still not wallowing and getting along pretty well. Then it was dinner at my mum’s with the rest of the family, everyone talking about the sister – in – law’s pregnancy and how she’s eating for two. Somehow my normally sensitive but apparently now insane mother looks at my plate and says “goodness, T, are you pregnant?!” Considering the miscarriage last November and the fact that everyone at that table knew we had been and are still trying, I managed to croak out “No” before seeking protection in my phone. The evening ended shortly after with me still shellshocked and unable to do much but nod when she said a quick sorry as we scurried out the door. I love my mother and my large family, but I’m happy I’ve got two weeks to find my brave face before I climb back on that particular horse.