Ryan is away hunting for the weekend, so I was quietly bumbling around our new home. Then my mom called and we chit-chatted for awhile. Then I could hear her choke up slightly as she told me that my sister's second IVF did not work. We have been pleading for a little one for Angie and Matt.
The entire weight of my body plummeted. Every organ dropping within.
I thanked her for telling me and quickly got off the phone. I was seated on our dining room floor, scrapbooking old photos. I pushed them away, put my arms to the earth, buried my face in them, and let grief wash over me for a long, long time. This trial is so agonizing to have a loved one go through. I want her to have a baby so so so badly.