… but still utterly devastating.
Got the call just before my 15 minute morning break from my day-long work retreat. Called back as soon as I could bolt down the four floors to my office.
HCG is 11. I’m not pregnant.
Here I sit with my reddened nose and eyes back in my never-ending meeting. How do you focus on discussions of pedagogy when your heart is broken, your hands are shaking, your breathing is shallow, and your world is spinning?
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Not when, but IF 
I’m so sorry. Can you take the rest of the day off? Sometimes it helps to just feel like shit for a while, and not have to pretend everything is ok.
Nope. Day 1 of mandatory 2-day retreat. I hate the world so much right now.
I’m so sorry. I’m not even sure what else! I’m just so so sorry! xx
I’m so sorry. This whole process just effing sucks some days, but these days are the worst. Be sad, be angry if you need to. Thinking of you and the mister today.
I am so sorry 😦 I was really hoping for you especially with all the measures you’ve taken this time. We can chat via email if you like.
I’m so sorry. I was so hoping that it would happen for you this month.
Thinking of you…
Prayers. I’m so sorry this didn’t work this time.
I’m so sorry. Grieving with you…
I’m really, really sorry. I wish you could take some time off work. Thinking of you.
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I can’t imagine how painful this must be for you. I’m just so sorry. Abiding with you in this…
HATE this for you. Why the eff do they always call at the worst time with the worst news? Damn them. Can’t they wait till you are at home, glass deep in wine therapy and in close proximity to a box of tissues?
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