My Troops

There are four women (with the exception of my amazing momma because she knows everything first) in my life I refer to as "my troops." Whenever something happens, I figuratively rally the troops.  A baby announcement (or more recently, the threat of a baby announcement), a possible job change, a new house--I rally my troops for support.  These are the four women a I call/text/email as soon as anything happens.  What's most interesting, they have all been there for me in different, major parts of my life, and now, when I need them most, they coexist together.  I have my high school best friend, my college best friend (the one who got me through the break up from hell), DH's bestie's wife (who became my married best friend), and my work best friend, my bestie DD who knows more about me than anyone.  I could not survive without these 4, nor can I imagine them not being in my life.  But this post is for DD...

My darling DD, an amazing woman.  She always knows what to say, even if I don't want to hear it.  We've been through so much in the five (wow, only five?!) years I've known her. A broken engagement, her now-husband's several deployments to Iraq, countless therapy sessions for both of us, and now here we are, both TTC.  Of course, we desperately want to be pregnant together.  Her younger sister just had a baby, and my SIL is 20w pregnant; both of our biological clocks are in overdrive, their springs threatening to burst off at any moment (very Alice-in-Wonderland-esque). 

DD texted me last night that AF had reared her ugly head...again.  I hate this. I hate that I don't know what to say besides I understand. The frustration, the lack of control, everything about it.  I want this for her almost as bad as I want it for myself.  She deserves it (unlike Mr. Bob's GF, in my opinion).  She's very positive, believing that her time is coming, and I believe it is too.  Stay strong, beautiful bestie.