As I sit here writing this my sister is about 200 miles away, in a hospital, and in labor. In all likelihood I will have a nephew by morning, or maybe even tonight before I go to bed. Three sisters. Three babies. Three hundred sixty four days. Twenty two consecutive months of at least one sister being pregnant.
I am so incredibly happy for my sister and brother-in-law. This is a much wanted and much longed for baby. Finally, at the end of a long struggle they will get their baby. I really am happy for them.
But I am so sad for us. Sad because a baby will never be our happy ending. I know it will get better but right now it hurts and right now I want this to not be our life.
Tomorrow will be a new day.