October 15th is like a ticking time bomb for me. It’s a reminder that I am still in the trenches of infertility and loss. I will always be no matter where my journey ends.
I’ve blogged on this day over the years, and each time I do… I feel emptiness reflecting back on such sorrow. For the first time since the start of my infertility journey in 2005, I did not experience a pregnancy loss in the last year. In fact, I haven’t even had a pregnancy since February 2008.
The RPL’er looking for one good egg now can’t even get pregnant with a good egg.
How rich in irony that is.
Please take some time today to consider that while some of us are very much “out of the infertility closet” (bloggers, anyway) that many women do not have a place like this to vent, and cry, and commisserate with others.
Show compassion.
Listen.
Sometimes the ugliest scars on a person who has experienced loss are not visible. Sometimes they are hidden very well.
It does not mean they don’t exist.
Peace today to all of my sisters-in-loss,
BagMomma 
Thank you for that beautiful post. (I just tagged you on something at my blog, feel free to ignore if you like, it's just a little fun thing http://3kidsin2yrs.blogspot.com/2009/10/google-tag.html)
One of the most moving posts I've read all day about the Remembrance Day.
Shelli–What would I do without you? Thanks for this post, for helping me re-direct some of my feelings right now–and for "being with me" every step this stupid, ass-backward week. You're a kick-ass support for me–and you don't even know my first name. (fyi–it's Carianne).
Amen. Truer words were never spoken. And wishing you peace as well, my friend…..[[hugs]]
((((Shelli)))) Peace to you too.