Today, my best friend told me she is pregnant.
6 weeks pregnant.
She conceived her baby right around the time I lost mine.
She was crying when she told me.
She said she thought of me right away and that she can’t believe how unfair life is.
They weren’t trying.
In fact, she is just moving in with her boyfriend next weekend.
They are in the process of selling both of their condos and purchasing their first home together.
They are excited but shocked. They didn’t anticipate this.
I held it together quite well on the phone.
I only cried when I told her we only would have been 5 weeks apart.
Would have been…
I am happy for them, but it still hurts.
And not because they got pregnant, but because life selectively challenges us.
I was chosen to face this journey of grief, despair and uncertainty.
The darkness is overwhelming.
There has to be light at the end of this tunnel.
To my best friend because I know you will read this: Be happy. Do not let fear get the best of you. You are blessed to be pregnant even if the timing isn’t perfect. Celebrate this joyful time. You will be an amazing mother. I am so looking forward to sharing in your pregnancy, birth and the life of your child. Xo.