“Spencer and I half tried to have children in the early years of our marriage but never sought medical help. He wouldn’t even get a sperm count. To this day I don’t know if the problem was him or me. You being pregnant makes me feel like a loser who’s run out of time.”
“I was mostly controlling my feelings until tonight when I slipped and fell on the stairs,” Lydia said. “That pushed me over the edge. Down on my hands and knees, I started to cry and couldn’t stop. I hate admitting that I’m jealous of you, just like I used to hate seeing women with baby carriages when I was younger.
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