Today was a rough. Two years ago this weekend, Nick and I found our we were pregnant. We were shocked, unprepared, but so EXCITED. Two years ago this weekend I walked down to the basement where Nick was working out and told him I thought I was pregnant. He told me to wait a few days (since my period was literally only hours late) but of course I ignored him and bought a test anyway. I secretly took the test and found our we were going to be a little family. This little story didn't have a happy ending. For two years we have been trying to start a family. TWO LOONNNGGGG YEARS!
Tonight we went to a friend's son's birthday. Of course we were the only people there without a child. Fine. BUT....there were so many pregnant women there. So many bellies in my face. Then everyone asking when we were going to start a family. It took everything I had not to let my tears stream down my face and make up excuses to why we don't have any. This is just as hard on Nick. When I tell him how I feel he tells me to tell myself..."Soon!" Trust me I do but nothing takes away the feeling of emptiness.
Also, there is a different status when you start a family AND before you have that we are looked at as the people who just don't get it.
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