I found out today a friend is pregnant. I was excited - her husband is a graduating third year, they are moving back to his hometown, and I really wasn't surprised. (It's odd how finding out certain people are pregnant bothers me more than hearing certain other people are pregnant. I can't really explain it.) I, of course, ask all the prerequisite questions.
Do you know what you are having? She wants to be surprised.
How far along are you? 16 weeks.
When are you due? November 15.
Then it hit me, hard. My smile faltered. November 15 was my due date. The one I quickly looked up on the pregnancy wheel at work one day, right after I saw that second faint blue line.
And suddenly I was reminded again of all that I have lost.