Found out this morning that one of R's little brothers 'knocked up' (my SMIL's words, not mine) his girlfriend, and they are due in April. And it might be twins...
I've spent most of the day hiding in bed trying not to think about it. I've cried. A lot. R has spent a lot of time consoling me and trying to tell me that everything will be alright.
Another 'oops' announcement. And on our anniversary. When we first started trying, I was so optimistic as to think I was going to be able to deliver a pregnancy announcement this time last year. Now the day has come around again and we're still not there. So many other people in our life are, and most of them by accident.
I think I could handle the waiting, in isolation. But all of these surprises are killing me.