A Bicycle Built for Three

Husband and I had a lovely morning hiking.  We came home to a nice lunch and are getting ready to head to a special concert at the symphony tonight.  It's a three-day weekend for me.  Ought to be a great day, right? Well, I messed up by looking at social media...and learned that a coworker is expecting a baby.  I knew it was coming; this coworker hasn't been married long and was quickly adapting to a new role as a stepparent.  I figured it was only a matter of time before they decided to welcome a little one together -- I even told other coworkers about my prediction that they would want to start a family sooner rather than later.  This is just one of those times where it feels awful being right. Even though I half-expected it (and I know that just because I can't have a baby doesn't mean the whole world as to stop having babies just to make me feel better about it) I reacted.  It started as anger -- irrational anger, I fully admit -- and escalated...

There hasn't been a new post lately because, quite frankly, there's been nothing to report.  We are still waiting -- quite anxiously, on my part.  We had a few brief moments of hope when, just a week after our profile went live, we received word that our profile had been viewed.  There wouldn't be any sort of follow up unless we were invited to a match meeting, so unless the expectant parents offered any sort of specific feedback on our profile or book, we wouldn't hear anything else.  After nearly a week with no word I had resigned myself that it wasn't our time...and that day we received a second notification that someone else had viewed our profile.  Another surprise, another restless few days hoping to hear something.  A week later we received a monthly update from our agency, which apparently goes to all of the families.  It said there were two meetings with expectant parents and two match meetings.  Given that we hadn't taken part, it was cl...