I have this week off from school so I picked up a couple shifts on the ambulance. I was on one of the floors for a discharge to a nursing home and bumped into my old therapist who I still keep updated on things in my life. He knew I was pregnant with Maggie but the last time I emailed with him was before Christmas and obviously a lot has happened since then. I felt really awkward seeing him when I've been meaning to email him a zillion times and never manage to get around to it.
Then later, his office called about my appointment tomorrow with another clinician (who prescribes my Celexa) needing to be rescheduled stating his wife had her baby. I felt like I was kicked in the gut, the uterus to be exact. I knew he and his wife were expecting so it wasn't completely out of the blue but it still took me by surprise to hear it so causally on the phone. I guess it's not really for the receptionists to know what my issues are and reasons for my office visits.
Later my boyfriend stopped by work to see me and I told him about it and started crying. It works out for everyone else.
I wish I was still pregnant with Maggie.