Other days, I was the one who needed encouragement.
But eventually, everything changed.
I was sitting in my car outside the clinic when my doctor called.
The test was positive.
I started crying before he had even finished speaking.
Emily was the first person I called.
She screamed so loudly that I had to move the phone away from my ear.
Two weeks later, she called me with news of her own.
She was pregnant too.
Three weeks separated our pregnancies.
We were going to become mothers.
The following months were some of the happiest of our lives.
We went shopping for baby clothes together.
We argued playfully over which names sounded better.
Emily wanted a short name for her daughter.
I wanted something traditional for my son.
We visited furniture stores and compared baby beds.
We even joked about buying a house together one day so our children could grow up under the same roof.
