I was grocery shopping yesterday, and Erin announced to the cashier "Awwison will be born on Saturday!" So then I had to explain to the cashier that yes, I was being induced on Saturday which naturally lead to the question of "oh, are you overdue?" I hate having to explain. I hate not acknowledging Cora though. But then it came to me.
"No, I have a history of loss, so they don't let me go to my due date."
To which she responded, "oh, well it's good that they're keeping an eye on you then!"
I didn't have to explain the anxiety I get. I didn't want to explain the dreams (like the one last night where I dreamed I had to explain to Erin why Allison wasn't coming home. My first one like that this pregnancy. Thankfully, Allison's being very active today!). But apparently the answer I gave is a socially acceptable amount of information. I hate more than anything how talking about a baby's death suddenly make conversation so awkward, but we were able to just continue on like I hadn't said anything horrible. Now I know what to say for the next 2 days!