Alone

One thing I never anticipated through this journey (other than, of course, the journey itself) was how utterly alone I would feel. Even around people who have walked this road, I feel lonely. Either because they have been successful and are now buried in diapers or Drivers' Ed, or because they are ten years further along on the journey and I hope I never, ever reach that point.

It's lonely, because how long is it appropriate to continue talking about it with your *extremely* fertile friends?  It's lonely, because when does it become a case of beating a dead horse when your prayer request never changes?  It's lonely because even though his heart is breaking too, we are each grieving different, but the same, things.  It's lonely because our nursery is still empty.