Ready for confrontation...

So, during on of my crying episodes yesterday, my mother called. I was unable to disguise that I was upset, so I ended up telling her what was wrong. Big mistake.

She defended the people that keep sending me baby things--ok, not the point. It's not that these people keep sending me things, I realize that they have no way of knowing that I miscarried. What I was upset about was the reminder that I'm not at all pregnant when I should be ready to pop.

She suggested that I was overreacting--yeah, that's what I needed to hear.

She asked if maybe I was PMSing--No, I'm GRIEVING! This is a normal response to grief for me.

Later on yesterday evening, I received a call from my little brother (who lives with my parents). I knew that he must have heard, because he only calls me on Sunday (ritual--we're creatures of habit). Mom told him the whole thing, and how I might like to hear from him. So I got to rehash the entire thing again. About how the companies can't possibly know that I've miscarried...about how my mother thinks that I'm overreacting...yada yada yada. Fortunately, my brother understands a bit better. At least he understand that he can't possibly understand. And her knows how our mother can be.

So, this morning on my way to work, I'm supposed to call my mother like I do everyday (she's usually one of my favorite people). This means confrontation. Because I'm not going to just sit there while she suggests that it's hormones, or that I'm overreacting, or whatever. I don't want to do this before work, but I don't think that it's avoidable.

I love my family, but they drive me crazy sometimes. I just want them to leave me alone sometimes. If they can't be supportive, I want them to go away.

So if you're reading this out there today in cyber-land, send some luck and peace vibes my way!!