So my anxiety level was already escalating today as I was driving to work. I'm having a really hard couple of weeks for some reason, I just can't shake it off. Then I finally get enough courage to get to work and get out of the car when the prego girl at work is walking to her car with a big pink gift bag with a pictures of strollers and bottles on it. She saw me and started walking faster and said "Oh hi I'm just putting something in my car." She's having a girl in Nov. (she also has 5 kids at home), but my baby girl is gone. It was like an arrow pierced my heart, I wanted so badly to turn around and go back home. I hate everyone right now, I wish I could move to a place where nobody knows what happend to me and I can pretend it never happened.