tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7669232949254960562.post2150190580313151296..comments2023-04-17T07:56:57.717-04:00Comments on Naptime Confessional: Babies Born to Everyone, Hurrah, Hurrah . . .Mary Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12212750107782259674noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7669232949254960562.post-16252420510693442752010-03-04T10:35:25.858-05:002010-03-04T10:35:25.858-05:00Oh gosh, I know, I knowOh gosh, I know, I knowPickelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18090858939486520299noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7669232949254960562.post-70504182205112427272010-02-18T20:53:39.722-05:002010-02-18T20:53:39.722-05:00When J was born/died many of the mom's in my s...When J was born/died many of the mom's in my son's playgroup were pg too. That summer was hard as I watched 3 more babies born with no difficulty-alive and happy. <br />And no, I didn't wish bad things on them, but always had the question of 'why me'. And it got too hard to spend time with them...they even brought their infants to mom's night out. I stopped going to playgroup. They were all nice and I had thought we'd been friends, but it was too hard. It was too hard looking at their second borns and wondering what might have been.<br /><br />and yes, it's like we're always waiting for the next shoe to drop now.<br /><br />*hugs*missing_onehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05657322353094120712noreply@blogger.com