Another November 22nd....

This is familiar - we were pregnant and we lost another baby. I feel like I say this a lot. I feel like people are getting fed up of having to say they are sorry to me because I had a miscarriage. I am almost embarrassed to go back to work - there's no failure like failure to bear children, I feel like I am no good at the sole and single purpose of my Earthly existence - to make little copies of myself.

I don't really tell anyone any more, just my best friend Beccy and my little buddy at work Gemma. These are the only two people who will care anyway, everyone else would fumble about uncomfortably and mutter some apology. I'd rather they just didn't know.

We have a 75% failure rate now. One baby and three miscarriages. I never thought this would happen to me, but it happened three time - and something is odd about it. If you read my last baby post, the dates are the same for my first two miscarriages. February 11th 2002 and February 11th 2007. Isn't that odd? what's stranger is I had this miscarriage on Dylan's birthday, early in the morning, it started on the 21st and at 7am on the 22nd, it completed.

This makes my "memorable" dates:

11th February 2002 - miscarriage
11th February 2007 - miscarriage
22nd November 2002 - Baby
22th November 2007 - miscarriage

The World works in strange ways and everything happens for a reason. It's so much easier to say this when I look at my dates. Something is going on and fitting in with some overall Master plan.

It helps to know that. Isn't it odd though?