My sister, the one with four kids, left me a text message for me to call her. I noticed 3 missed calls so thought it must be important. So I called her right away.
She didn’t answer.
She called right back and to be honest, I thought she was calling to announce some big business venture. So I asked, “What’s up, buttercup?”
“I’m p..” And she cut out. Never for a moment did I expect what I thought maybe she was trying to tell me.
“What? You cut out.”
“Oh, Lindsay…” I said, with a tone of concern and pity. Not because this was bad news, but because I knew she did not want more kids. I knew this was very hard for her.
I did not feel jealous, I did not feel sad for me, I just felt concerned for her. It was the first pregnancy announcement in 6 years that I didn’t, deep down, make about me. In fact, those words almost made me want to throw up.
I think I may finally be healed…