I received an email today letting me know that my best friend had her baby on Tuesday. Baby M is a gorgeous beauty of a girl and very healthy. I am thrilled for my friend and her husband, who reported that they are both exhausted. I will no doubt be hearing this one quite often in the coming months and (probably) years. Baby M has wonderful parents who will be loving, kind but still let the kid know who the parents are. What an adventure they have ahead of them.
And still, I would be lying to say that I am not even a little sad. While it is not nearly the level of what it was when she told me that she was pregnant, I can’t say that I am completely immune. It makes me miss our babies. I miss that we weren’t able to bring them home with us or be utterly exhausted after coming home from the hospital carrying this precious cargo with us.
In the past, I would try to cheer myself up by reminding myself that above all, I believed that I would have a child. Now, I just don’t know. What is shocking is that I am perfectly ok with that. I would love to bring home a baby, but I know that it may not be in the cards.
For the time being, I am happy and sad at the same time. I am happy for her that she has this wonderful new being in her life and I am sad for me that I don’t. But, I am not sad because I don’t know if I ever will.
But, the good news is that I finished the quilt for M on Monday and she was born on Tuesday. Nothing like getting it in under the wire!
In other news, I have posted my first entry on our trip to Paris on my other blog. Check it out!
And, thanks to everyone for your wonderful comments about my last post. I’m very glad that so many of you were able to get something out of it. Isn’t that what the blogosphere is for?