by NATALIE KAPLAN
This time last week, I was told that my ten week old pregnancy was no longer. I was prepared for the news, as after miscarrying in May this year I had been very, very anxious counting down the weeks this time round. When I started spotting on Tuesday, I had an inkling of the way it was going to go. The scan on Thursday confirmed the worst.
I went to work on Friday feeling ok. In fact, better than ok. I felt like a weight had been taken off my shoulders. While I grieved for the baby that wouldn’t be joining us in February, I felt like it was easier to let go of than the one that would have arrived at Christmas. My anxiety had lifted and I was excited, in fact almost elated, about the next six months and what they would entail. The night prior, after debriefing with my husband, we’d decided to leave it alone for the time being. We already have two divine girls that we are so grateful for. Gorgeous, spirited little ladies that drive us mad and make us laugh in equal parts. And, I had just been promoted into my dream position at work. Four weeks prior I became a segment producer at The Circle.
So it is now that I am in mourning. Sad, angry and uncertain about what lies ahead. I know there have been things written in the media this week about The Circle and the team I work with. And every word is true. Truer than true. I have never worked in a more inclusive, creative and inspiring environment. The last twelve months here have been a joy. “You’ll get another job,” family and friend say in support. But like a toddler, I am defiant. I don’t want another job, I want this one. And I have only been here a year – there are people who have worked on the show since its inception, and people who came years, many years before.