It's Christmas morning. No children running around this house. Just an aged mother, a husband reading a book, and me on the computer. That's okay. It's quiet, peaceful, and we'll see at least one kid at lunch-time.
I remember how horrible this time of year can be - both my ectopics occurred in December. And so to my bloggy friends who are still struggling with this time of year, with the obsession with family and mandatory happiness, and with friends and relatives announcing their pregnancies today (that has happened to me too), I send you my love. I hope that you can find some peace today and beyond. It will come. However horrible you feel today, it will come.
And remember, when in doubt ... there's always chocolate. Or wine. Or both.