Read My Lips, "No more baby talk!"

This is a world that is just our own. A world that no one can enter or even begin to understand if they haven't crossed the threshold of living babies to dead babies. Time after time I am reminded by those who are/were closest to me how much they not only don't understand, but how much they still attach certain expectations to me. Sometimes I wonder what's preventing them from at least getting a clue when I spell things out to them. What part of "I can't take anything baby or pregnancy related" can't they understand? Do they really think I want to hear about the neighbor and her six month old baby boy? Do they really think I want to see pictures of their new baby? Do they really think I can stomach to hear about when they first brought their new baby home from the hospital? Why oh why do they think my grief, pain, and suffering has ended so soon after TWO baby losses just last year? I don't know, maybe next time I should just ask them when they expect too much of me, "do you really think I give a fuck?"