If I were in charge, there would be a parking spot or two reserved for pregnant women...right next to the handicapped parking. Just so you know...
Yesterday as I was finishing up with my twice weekly non-stress test I got a text from one of my dearest friends.
She was texting to let me know that she wasn't pregnant.
I started to cry.
I had been hoping and praying that her latest round of fertility treatments worked.
I thought about the girl who had come into the hospital in handcuffs and who was accompanied by two armed guards, who was just through the curtain from me, having her own non-stress test done. I thought about her baby, a girl, who will go into foster care the minute she's born...and I was mad. I was really mad.
I didn't stay mad, because being mad doesn't do anyone any good...
Today I got this email from my friend:
My husband made me smile this morning...
On our way to work he said, “you are going to Noelle’s baby shower this weekend, right?!” When I replied “of course” he said, “good because you need to go – this is really really awesome and I hope that they know how excited we are for them. We have to get them a killer gift...”
So did you decide to register anywhere? I need to find you a “killer” gift under his orders (like I wouldn’t anyway!) If you didn’t, what do you need?
I hope that I can face my own heart aches and challenges with as much grace as my friend does.
I'm blessed to be able to call her friend.