So immediately after my miscarriage I found myself doing the stupidest things in direct rebellion of my failed pregnancy. When it came time to scoop the litter box, I volunteered. When deciding what to eat for lunch, I made the biggest turkey sandwich possible. Given a choice between Tylenol and Advil – I didn’t hesitate to reach for the ibuprofen. Oh you have a heavy object to lift? Let me help you! Sure, I’ll have another hotdog and coke! Shellfish?! Oh wait, no. I never liked shellfish. But if you see a woman around town with a toddler in tow eating the biggest bean sprout salad you have ever seen, that is probably me.

Big Turkey Sandwich after miscarriage