A person at work bounded into my office this morning and exclaimed "I have the best video to show you." It's not that uncommon for this person to do something like this and we share a mutual love for dogs, so I assumed it was something dog related.
The video was of her daughter's ultrasound.
Her daughter is an only child. This will be her first grandchild. She's excited. It's special to see the baby and hear the heartbeat for the first time. I get it. She should be excited.
I know she didn't mean to hurt me. I know that she wouldn't have shown me if she thought it would.
I held it together until she left. Then I had a little cry. Then I went about the rest of my day.
I'm doing really well most of the time. My good days outnumber the bad, probably 10 to 1, or maybe even a bit better. But I can't do ultrasounds. Especially not when ambushed with one. Maybe it will always be this way and maybe it won't. And that's ok.