My brother and sister-in-law are expecting a baby in August. They found out on Monday it's a girl. I'm excited, I really am, but my excitement is so much different than everyone else's.
I can't help but add "hopefully" to every statement.
Hopefully in August she's come home. Hopefully, when I go down for my older brother's wedding in September, I'll get to meet her. Hopefully. Hopefully. Hopefully.
I hate it. I really do. I wish I could just be happily expectant like everyone else. I wish I didn't have that "but maybe not" always lingering in the back of my mind. I would be beyond devastated if something happened to Izzy. I wish and hope and pray that everything ends the way it's supposed to. But...I can't expect it to anymore.
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