Ok, I get it, the universe sometimes throws a monkey wrench in your plans. Maybe more than a monkey wrench. Maybe a big wrench at your head at 90mph. Having a miscarriage is like that. You survive, but you're scarred and left wondering what the hell just happened.
It reminds me of that scene in the movie, Dodgeball, in which the coach throws a wrench at the players heads and says, "If you can dodge a wrench, you can dodge a ball." And proceeds to pummel them in the head with actual wrenches. It's one of the funniest scenes in the movie and if you haven't seen it, then stop reading now. Seriously, now. Go rent it. It's stupid and wonderful.
Anyway, so I got hit with one big wrench and survived. I'm still reeling from it, but I know I can dodge smaller stuff if I can survive this miscarriage.
Then the universe, in my opinion, jumps the shark. It takes what, I guess, was funny once (ie, chucking wrenches at me) and thinks it will be funny to repeat that joke many, many more times. Only with smaller wrenches, because, really, the same joke a hundred times is obviously not funny. You have to add a twist, I guess. Everywhere I turn, something is thrown at my head to remind me that I'm not pregnant anymore. Baby nursery catalogs show up in the mail. My son's current event for school was found on a mothering website that prints cloth diaper ads on it's articles. Watching Friends brings the episode where Ross' first wife goes into labor (I mean how old is that episode!) The spot we attempt to pull into at the diner is "For Expectant Mother's Only." Of course it is.
It goes on and on like that. Little wrenches thrown at my head. Why is this funny?
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