This morning my best friend D. gave birth to a healthy baby boy who weighed nine pounds. Labor and delivery took less than two hours from when her water broke, with no time for the planned-for epidural. They are both doing fine and the infant is nursing well.
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Yesterday my sister-in-law in Sweden announced her first pregnancy. They’d been trying for a month or two. She missed her period two days ago, so of course it was high time she made sure everyone knows. Anyway, she had told me last summer she was planning on having her first baby when we had our second, though I told her that kind of organization is difficult to orchestrate. Perhaps she got tired of waiting for me (we’re not even trying). When I was pregnant, and told her our baby name ideas, she insisted we relinquish the boy one as she wanted it. If it’s a boy, I bet she won’t even use it.
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I’m sounding a little bitter. Really I’m not. While I am happy for these people, yes, extremely, I can’t help but be struck, though: so many other people seem so much better at reproduction than I am. Well, good for them! It’s just as well somebody is! Congratulations.
