I opened my door this morning to a little pink gift bag. Inside was a card telling me my friend who I was due to meet on Sunday night is pregnant. She had taken the time to fill the bag with chocolate, tissues and a face mask and drop it off before work.
I find the 'i'm pregnant' bomb shell very hard usually. And have had such painful occasions when it had been announced at family meals, Christmas gatherings, at the regular work announcements. The seconds tick by as you wait till you can go home and cry.
The hardest one was when a delighted friend called me up to tell me her exciting news while I was miscarrying at two months following icsi. I had just about been hanging on to my sanity until that awful moment. The pain all these announcements cause has been quite debilitating.
And then today....Someone who understood her delight would be bitter sweet for me. I found her thoughtfulness comforting.
Will I be going on Sunday to see her and the rest of my friends....Probably not. They are all mothers and they will want to share her excitment. I am happy to miss this occasion.
But I am not left with the bitter sting of sadness because after 7 yrs...Someone has been thoughtful of my pain. And this is healing. I just wish everyone could be this kind.