Another Piece of Writing

Another piece of writing... ****************************** I've had so many good days in a row, but this morning I'm hanging on by my fingernails. It starts with something as simple as a business phone call or a run in with an old high school friend. These people fall into the category of 'acquaintance' - most of whom knew I was expecting twins, but don't know of my recent trials. The conversation starts pretty easily, but inevitably turns to the boys. How many times have I heard, "Oh, you've had the babies! How are they doing? Whose watching them right now?" And each time I have to swallow several times past the lump in my throat before responding with, "I guess you haven't heard..." Will it every get easier to tell the birth story of my babies? I'm honestly not sure. I always try to stay really upbeat and talk mostly of Reid's great progress, but I think the pain always shows in my eyes and in my voice. The conversations always end up the same - Me close to tears and whomever I'm talking to apologizing over and over and feeling guilty. It's an awkward moment for the both of us. I wish there were an easier way to handle this scenario...I just haven't found it yet. ************************** On a brighter note, I'm leaving out to visit Reid in about half an hour - that will brighten my day! He has a way of doing that for me...