When I found out I was pregnant, we told everybody. Family, friends, strangers at Starbucks. Yep, me. Having a baby. We learned the news just before Mother’s Day so naturally I got dozens of cards – “May this be the first of many happy Mother’s Days.” My husband and I lined the cards on the mantel above the fireplace and waited - excited and impatient for the arrival of our baby.
When I had a miscarriage, we told everybody. I threw away the Mother’s Day cards and thought, even if I get pregnant again, it won’t feel the same.
Amy Morse is a writer living in California.