At a bridal shower I went to this afternoon, two well meaning mamas whose children are in my son’s class wished me congratulations on the baby, they’d heard I was expecting from their kids as Emet had announced the news to his classmates on the last day of school. The first of these encounters came at the very beginning of the party, the last as I was about to leave. And what struck me as most surprising about having to share the news that I was no longer expecting with each of these women was that they both had suffered miscarriages and this was the first time I was hearing about their respective losses.

Miscarriage is strangely, hopelessly quiet.