We are ghosts

It seems to me that those of us stuck in this awkward limbo land of miscarriage/baby loss/infertility are ghosts.  We wandering around in the regular world, but we are separate.  Sometimes, I'm a poltergeist, but I usually keep that aspect in check.  (For example when I got stuck hearing a woman complain about her daughter's 'constant pregnancy celebrations' "First it was the positive result, than the heartbeat, then the sex, the name.... it's just annoying"  What Poltergeist me wanted to say was "That's so true!  You should have seen the last pregnancy celebration we head.  DEATH." Ug.  What regular ghost me did was fade away into the background and disappear)

So I feel like a ghost.  Wandering around a world that certainly doesn't seem to belong to me most of the time.  But every once and a while, you catch a glimpse of another ghost.  It's a word they use (or more easily recognizable an acronym), the familiar look when they are stuck in that group hearing about the 'annoying pregnancy celebrations... 

"You?"
"Yep, you too?"
"Yep."
"This sucks."
"This totally sucks."

And nothing's changed.  It still sucks, you're still a ghost.  But for a minute, it feels less lonely.