Three failed fertility treatments.
Doctors.
Blood tests.
Appointments.
Hormones.
Hope followed by disappointment.Create Baby Registries
Then more hope because giving up felt worse.
After the second miscarriage, Lauren stopped telling people when they were trying.
“I can’t keep announcing hope and then announcing grief,” she told me.
So when she called one Tuesday morning and said she had taken a pregnancy test, I was almost afraid to ask.
I was sitting at my kitchen table.
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“And?”
There was silence.
Then:
“Positive.”
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“Are you sure?”
“I took three.”
I covered my mouth.
Lauren started crying.
So did I.
But even then, she was careful with her happiness.
“Mom, don’t tell anyone.”
“I won’t.”
“Not yet.”
“I promise.”
The first trimester was difficult.
Every cramp terrified her.
