Today was supposed to be a day of celebration. Our best friends Jeff and Danielle were supposed to have a baby today.
Danielle was pregnant and due June 13, 2007, but miscarried around 10 weeks in. They have been trying to keep a happy face, let nature take it’s course (and, um, help nature where applicable)… but it’s been two loooooong years of trying.
And I feel like a brat now, thinking back to how pissed I was when it took me four whole months to get pregnant. I can’t even imagine two years of peeing on a stick and hoping. Wishing. Waiting.
I am sure it is obvious that Jeff and Danielle are more than friends to us, they are family. And of course we share Declan with them. But it’s not like having your own baby. Your own family.
And, as luck would have it, Danielle is surrounded by happy, bubbly pregnant ladies right now. Which I am sure is totally, like, ah-mah-gawd FUN.
I know others who have gone through this, and it’s all worked out. And for others, it has not. We’ll just have to wait and see what fate has in store. Jeff and Danielle have so many wonderful things in their lives; I know they are thankful.
But it just doesn’t make June 13, 2007, any easier.