I was reflecting on a recent party we hosted and thought my friend Heather would enjoy a couple photos from the gathering. There was one of her chasing her toddler son around with a plate of food, another of her sipping from a wine glass full of grape juice. She was relaxed into her second trimester, answering all the usual questions from our guests: a boy, due in May, first trimester was uncomfortable but not terrible, totally different pregnancy from her first, totally excited.
She joked about the whole “we’re pregnant vs. I’m pregnant” debate with her husband Jeff, who had stopped drinking and even gained “baby weight.”
Her family used to live near us. They recently moved to a larger home with the plan of having another child. Just a few days earlier, she had asked me where we bought our Murphy bed. I assumed they were getting ready for family visits after the baby’s arrival.
Her text response to my pictures came about a minute later and stopped me in my tracks.
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