One of my co-workers thinks she's pregnant. I think it's exciting, and I'm not trying to snatch her newborn, but there's a fire under my ass that just got hotter.
Heather and I agreed in August to wait a year. It was time to take a
break from charting and appointments-and from squabbling about them.
The other night, it took just a few minutes of conversation before I
choked up. I don't know if I was thinking of the stress, or of the
cluster of cells that weren't ready to become a baby, but I felt this
profound grief that I couldn't and can't navigate.