Today, one of the girls in the office announced she’s pregnant. I’m absolutely delighted for her. At the same time, that damn clock started ticking again. Watching her beam from ear to ear and revel in the moment, all I could hear was that clock. I could see into the future everyone cooing over the new baby, and me…detached from it all. How can you grieve for something you’ve never had? Is that what this is?
Nothing to it, just have to get on. It is what it is, right?