Recently I was worried about an acquaintance who also had a history of ectopic pregnancy. She was newly pregnant again, and experiencing some worrying symptoms. I provided her with advice and support, whilst she waited for her first scan to confirm the pregnancy was in her uterus. It was. I was relieved. I was delighted. There was no twinge of envy or pain. There was no nagging question “why her, not me?” There was simple joy in her good fortune.
I’m not in that baby-making space anymore. And it felt good. It felt good to be rid of those negative emotions. It felt good to feel good for someone else. It felt good to feel free.