Sadness and happiness in SIF

A good friend of mine was recently diagnosed with some uterine condition that makes it very difficult for her to get pregnant/stay pregnant. It cannot be operated upon and her RE basically told her to forget about pregnancy. This diagnosis came as a big surprise because, you see, she has a daughter and had no problems getting and staying pregnant with her. Her daughter apparently implanted in the only possible spot.

A few short months after the final RE verdict, she discovered she was pregnant again. I was very optimistic for her because, after all, I am the one with bad luck (the ones around me seem to be doing just fine - or so I think in my self-pity). I was, unfortunately, so wrong. She, too, miscarried at 10 weeks. The doctors believe this miscarriage has nothing to do with her uterine condition.

Life can be such a bitch sometimes.

Sometimes it grants great happiness after great sadness, though. My daughter's former toddler teacher Bella is ripe with her second child, after suffering a stillbirth and subsequent secondary infertility. She is so deliriously happy, it's a joy to see.

My two SILs are getting rounder, too. And me? I am off to Hawaii!