Well, you know…

I thought about entitled this post “Starring everybody in the world, but me” but then I realized that sounded like a familiar title.  (It should.  I took it from a song, but, also,)  it’s not the first time I’ve felt this way, and so I looked back through my posts and sure enough, there it was. And here I am, living up to my name, “Hopelessly infertile, and surrounded…”
Another woman in my infertility group got a positive on her “first month of really trying.”  She’s overjoyed because the previous pregnancy took two years and infertility treatments.  And this one just showed up.  And that happens.  To a lot of people.  To a lot of my friends, even.  But not to me.  Never to me.

And that makes me think of song too, “Tell me how am I supposed to live without you, now that I’ve been loving you so long?” Is there a happy ever after for me?

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