Anger stage

Here comes one of the 5 stages of grieving, anger.  I have cleared the denial stage relatively quickly.  I don't think I had any room to be bargaining either.  The stages I have left are anger, depression, and acceptance.  I think I am going in between anger and depression.  I am far from acceptance.  Today, I am angry.  I am pissed  that it had to happened to us.  I am pissed at the God for giving us a few weeks of joy only to take it away.  What the hell did we do to deserve this.   It's not like I am in my twenties with endless egg supplies.  I am racing against the time with my potentially diminishing egg reserves.  

I don't feel like being all joyful and full of Christmas spirit with everyone else at work.  I don't feel like listening to the pregnant girl talk about her pregnancy while she parades around the hall way rubbing her growing belly.  Of course she had no idea I was pregnant, let alone I miscarried so I can't blame her, but it is really hard to watch her.  

I hope when my D&C is done on Friday, I feel somewhat better and be able to have some kind of closure.