“that means all my closest friends are pregnant!”
and i waited for the inevitable sadness or bitterness
to spur the joke “and i’m still single” with a laugh—
but it never came.
that hallow feeling of being left behind
didn’t happen.
the urge to make it about me
to throw a little pity party
by making a joke before they could
wasn’t necessary.
because, yes, all my closest friends are pregnant
and all i felt was true, genuine, all-consuming joy.











