My husband and I meet weekly with six other couples. At one point four of them were pregnant. For a few weeks it seemed that each Monday night another couple announced their pregnancy. Our group of friends bonds closer as the women grow great with child. Each week Will, my husband, and I get to share in the joy of watching these expectant mothers’ bellies get larger and larger. They talk about who will get an epidural or deliver naturally, if she will breast feed, how much diapers will cost and if she will go back to work. All this while we try to decide if the blob that somewhat resembles a baby on the black-and-white sonogram picture looks like the mom or dad. Although I am extremely happy for them, my heart aches.
