If you can’t beat em’…

girlfriends

I have to say, there is really nothing quite as lovely as seeing my “fertility” friends finally get themselves knocked up. I was sitting around a large table at Starbucks last night with about 10 girlfriends, enjoying the silliness and the chatter going back and forth.  I secretly knew that one of my friends at the table is pregnant, well it’s not a secret, she told me, but I was the only one at the table who knew and I felt sort of honored to be entrusted, and to have the kinds of bonds with friends that withstand the test of time–we have walked this path together, and I have seen her make it to the other side–there’s something pretty cool about that.

I know that I will never feel complete without having a child, but now I know that I can feel genuinely happy for others that do, and honestly, I didn’t know if I ever could.

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