ALMOST Punched a Pregnant Girl

As sad as it is to admit, and as bad I feel to admit it ... I almost punched a pregnant chick today.

I went to have some lab work done.  As I am sitting there waiting to be called back a very noticeably pregnant girl walks in.  I will say she was young, which is probably why I cut her some slack. 

The tech asks how she's feeling and says "You only have a short time to go right?".  The girl, very exasperated, says "Ugh, no, I am 34 weeks! I wish they'd just get her out now.  I am so over it". 

Blood.Boiled.

I took a few deep breathes to try and calm myself.  It didn't work very well. 

The tech called me back to draw my blood and I didn't say a word to her.  I was steaming and didn't want to unload on this poor unsuspecting tech.

As I walked by this girl to leave I almost stopped to give her a piece of my mind.  I didn't.  I walked to my car ... and almost turned around, went back inside, and gave her a piece of my mind.  Again, I didn't.

Had I, though, she would have probably cried.  And I'd have felt bad.  I wanted so bad to tell her my son died when I was 34 weeks.  That I'd have given ANYTHING to have six more weeks.  To have a healthy baby in my belly.  To be miserably pregnant, swollen, tired, and "done".  I wanted to yell at her and tell her to ENJOY this time with her baby. 

And this one time I didn't care about her feelings.  I didn't care if I made her cry.  I didn't care.  I was pissed and frustrated and I didn't want to hold back.

But I did.  And she will get to continue to miserably bear the last six weeks of her pregnancy while I mourn the loss of mine.