And now, now that we've decided we are ready, now that we yearn for those children we put off having, our bodies are unsure. We work at pregnancy the same way we worked at school, with the same dedication we put into demanding jobs. So much less predictable, though. So much more fragile.
I wrote these lines a year ago, more, with one specific friend in mind who had just lost a child. Sadly, she's no longer alone. We've made choices, good choices no doubt. But choices nonetheless, leaving other paths untrodden.
We continue to yearn.
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