I could sense something was different when I saw my best friend, Mia, after a month apart. She looked more vibrant, maybe fuller in her figure. Had she taken up a new workout? I was curious, but when she mentioned pollen keeping her from taking my kids outside, I started to wonder.
“Could you watch the kids next week?” I asked. “We have a doctor’s appointment on Tuesday.”
“I’m not sure,” she replied, a silly grin spreading across her face. “It hinges on the ultrasound.”
That’s when it hit me—I knew.
I rushed toward her for a big hug. We’ve always joked about her and her husband, Greg, having kids, but they swore they were a pet-only household. Mia once told me she felt like she was already a mom to my kids, so why would she need any of her own? She worried, like many of us do, about making mistakes as a parent. So it was a shock to see her now, glowing with the excitement of impending motherhood. I was genuinely ecstatic for her.
But as I embraced her, tears of happiness sprang up, and beneath that joy simmered a deep-seated sadness. I would give anything to have another child of my own. After a tough pregnancy with my youngest, now 3, I had pleaded with my husband not to let him be our last. I always envisioned a bustling household filled with kids—six or seven, to be exact. But my last pregnancy was a nightmare: severe morning sickness and gestational diabetes took their toll on me, both physically and mentally.
My mental health took a significant hit during those years. The emotional toll led me to seek outpatient treatment for anxiety and depression long after my last baby was born. Now, I’m on a cocktail of medications that don’t mix well with breastfeeding, let alone another pregnancy. My psychiatrist advised me against the idea of having more children, emphasizing that every pregnancy had been a struggle for my mental well-being. When I mentioned adoption, she agreed that it was the best path forward.
So, my uterus is officially closed for business. No more first ultrasounds. No more labor and delivery experiences. No more moments of a newborn resting on my chest, their tiny cries echoing in the room. My 3-year-old will likely be the last child I nurse, and I cherish those quiet moments with him, even as I face the heartache of knowing they will come to an end.
And here was Mia, excitedly sharing her uncertainty about how far along she is. She expressed how grateful she was to have me for support as a first-time mom. “I need you to teach me how to wrap the baby and breastfeed!” she exclaimed. I felt honored to step into the role of Auntie, ready to provide the guidance she seeks. I can hold both my joy for her and my own sadness simultaneously. My psychiatrist once told me, “The human heart is a remarkable thing,” and I believe that.
In my excitement, I offered her all of our baby gear—from cloth diapers to baby clothes and even a co-sleeper. But I couldn’t part with the changing table just yet. “We’ll need it for the foster/adopted baby someday,” I told her, reassuring myself that this promise meant another child would eventually join our family.
I secretly hope Mia’s baby is a boy, enabling him to wear the clothes I’ve saved from my sons. I envision sorting through them together, helping her learn the ropes of parenting, and even crocheting tiny garments. I will cherish this little one as if he were my own nephew, and I’m excited to support Mia in this new chapter of her life. Perhaps this baby will help mend some of the anger I harbor—anger for my own body’s struggles and the mental hurdles I’ve faced. Maybe this new beginning is perfectly timed for all of us.
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In summary, while I’m overjoyed for my best friend’s new journey into motherhood, I can’t help but feel sadness for my own lost opportunities. Yet, I’m determined to embrace my role in her life and support her every step of the way.
Keyphrase: My Best Friend Is Expecting
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