Cruel Intentions

The other day I was getting ready to leave work when I remembered I had a piece of mail I still needed to open. Typically I will bring my mail into work and read it there; just a routine I started many years ago. The envelope let me know the mail was from my insurance company so I figured it was an EOB (Explanation of Benefits) but I was quite wrong in my assumption. I opened the letter to find that it was addressed to me, Sheri Bollon, an expecting mother. WHAT??? The letter was three paragraphs long, informing me of a program available to me through my insurance, which would provide me with helpful tools and resources during my pregnancy. I apparently will be receiving a whole packet of goodies on pregnancy in the upcoming weeks and my baby and I are wished a happy and healthy journey. I called the number given for any questions and left a rather curt message, explaining that while I would love to be pregnant, at this time I am not, and I would appreciate the pregnancy fan mail to stop.
I just couldn't believe it...it the past year I was told by a pharmacist I couldn't get my prescription because I was pregnant, I had a false positive pregnancy test, and now I am getting a letter congratulating me on having a baby. I don't get it. I would like to say maybe this is a sign and I am pregnant or will be pregnant soon, but I just can't go there. There have been too many signs in the past that just turned into cruel forms of nothing. I guess I will chalk this one up to someone being sorely misinformed and be being sorely stung by otherwise good intentions.