unabashedly uncorked: your daily dose of EPH!

I just met a friend for coffee. We talked about our jobs, about upcoming events and activities, about some fun new adventures [career wise] that she has embarked on…

and then my friend leaned across the table to share a very special secret 

“I’m pregnant” she said. 

And for the very first time in 8 weeks, for the first time since we lost our precious Superman Baby, my eyes filled with tears with sincere excitement for her. 

I’ve been really, really strong dealing with most of this. Aside from nearly every Wednesday being a shit-show, I’ve managed to keep my head above water with most things. Except hearing that friends are pregnant. I’ve had a tough time dealing with that. In learning that they were going through the happiest time of their lives while I was suffering through my darkest hour. Really, I’ve been quite spiteful towards hearing such blissful news. 

Until recently that is. When I realized [with a little help from a couple of very special ladies] that every one of us has a story, a journey, and a burden to bear. That I shouldn’t feel anything but happiness for these friends announcing their bundles of joy- because quite simply I don’t know what they’ve gone through to get there. Today, over a cup of coffee, I finally found that little piece of joy for my friend.

and another mountain that I can proudly say I’ve conquered…

one step at a time, 

EWPH