Womb and Gloom.

1. I went back to work today. I couldn’t sleep, so I was at my desk by six a.m. Work was good in that it kept me occupied and out of the house, bad in that I was constantly this close (fingers held barely apart) to crying, which did not go unnoticed. Also, my co-worker thought today would be a good day to bring her grandson in for show and tell. I could hear him in her office saying “BabaBAba! BabaBAba!” in the way that babies do. Then she brought him into my office and he gave me a suspicious look. I don’t blame him one bit.
2. The Actually says we can try again right away but I don’t want to. I’m sure I will change my mind once the constant, thumping anxiety dissipates, but right now I want nothing to do with pregnancy. Babies and I are through. Whose bright idea was it to have children anyway? After my last miscarriage I couldn’t wait to get myself knocked up again, and now even the thought makes me sick with nerves.
3. While I was waiting for the phone call yesterday, I was nearly retching with anticipation. I would stand in the bathroom, waiting to be sick and listening to my heart clunk mightily against my ribs. When the nurse gave me the result, I felt something shockingly like relief. Relief that the ordeal was over, that I wouldn’t have to face days and weeks more of anxiety over betas. Then I was overwhelmed with guilt and self-loathing. Then I cried.
4. I have been cramping since last night, but still not so much as a spot of blood.
5. I can’t seem to eat anything. Personal tragedy, or best diet ever? And crying jags count as exercise, if they’re strenuous enough. Miscarry your way to a size six!
6. Last night I had the worst panic attack I have had in a long time. I couldn’t stop shaking—the poor Actually put his arms around me while I cried and babbled and tried to breathe. I want to believe that this weird resurgance of panic is hormonal. Almost all of my worst panic attacks have been just before the start of a period. I know I was barely even pregnant, but my falling hormones could still be causing this whirlwind of crazy, couldn’t they?

(That was NOT A RHETORICAL QUESTION. I’d like to know if I am losing my mind.)

p.s. I think I need a kitten. Are four cats too many?