<p>HUGS. HUGS. HUGS.</p>
<p>But switching topics…as insensitive as it may seem…</p>
<p>I had a hard time getting pregnant. There is a special connection among women who have fertility problems. At long last, after 3 years of trying, I was…GASP… pregnant.</p>
<p>My best friend at the time, who was my college roommate, got married a year after I did. She too had problems conceiving. It was especially hard because she was a pediatrician. She had to hold all these newborns while her heart was breaking. She got to listen to all these moms who were less than thrilled because they didn’t think they’d get pregnant “so fast” or didn’t want another kid “right now.” </p>
<p>Believe me, telling her my good news was hard. I wrote her rather than calling. Guess what? On the day my letter arrived, she’d just found out she too was pregnant. So, she was able to join in my happiness.</p>
<p>Fast forward to our 40th reunion. My kid’s spouse had just been selected as chief resident. I shared the joyous news. The son my old roommate found out she was expecting the day she opened my letter had just been rejected from medical school…again…I had not known he had even applied.</p>
<p>I really wished I hadn’t “bragged.” But…I really didn’t mean to brag. I was just happy.</p>
<p>So, cut some slack for happy parents who share good news.</p>