People had said that it was normal after a miscarriage to feel angry, jealous and resentful of other fecund women.
I really hadn't!
I survived trips to the local shops at mother/bubba in pram peak hour. Though on balance I would have preferred not to see them, I did not dissolve into tears, and I even mustered a smile at some of them.
On that front, I was fine. I am putting some finishing touches on my chapters.I went to get some lunch.
I stopped and had a look at the magazines, and saw the botoxed mug of this person
SHE is fucking pregnant.
As you were.....