I think that the universe is intent on reminding me that I will never have children and rubbing my nose in it. This is my life today:
Pregnant sister 1 texted me a video of the baby kicking (I think, but I deleted it rather than watch it so I could be wrong).
Pregnant sister 2 called me to tell me that they found out they were having a girl this morning. Yay.
Our 2015 membership card came for our local natural history/art/science museums came in today's mail. We signed up and paid for the dual membership (two adults in the same household) again this year but our new membership card indicates two adults and four children. This sort of makes me want to cancel our membership.
I'm working on a project with three colleagues (all female, all have at least one child). This project has the potential to be really cool and also result in a conference presentation next fall in Florida. We've decided that if our proposal is accepted that we're going to rent a beach house and that it will be a no husbands/no kids trip. In an email exchange one of my colleagues said to the group "everybody needs to make sure that they're not pregnant for this trip so we can have plenty of cocktails on the beach!" Which was followed by another colleague lamenting that this is when they were planning #2. Which was followed by the third colleague stating that she and her husband are done and suggesting that I plan a spring 2016 baby. I didn't even bother to respond.
Finally, as what will hopefully be the final reminder of my barrenness today, I started my period this morning. I suppose it's preferable to another day of spotting.
The universe gets a two middle finger salute from me today!