Last Friday, I was sitting here at my Mac marveling at the positive pregnancy tests that I had in my pockets as sort of a good luck charm. I’d pull them out, smile to myself the kind of “I have a delicious secret” smile and put them back in my pocket. Occasionally, I’d pat my pocket to reassure that yes, indeed the test was really real.
And here I sit, one week later, having thrown out all of my pregnancy tests and feeling…empty. Just so very empty.
Happy Mother’s Day, indeed.