Long Time Best Friend and I had a huge long talk on the 'phone last night. It has been long overdue and came as a huge relief to both of us. She has been trying for baby number two and is now nine weeks pregnant. This is the pregnancy I was dreading. She will have two babies, I will have not had one yet. She is due in April and it is, to my surprise, ok. I am genuinely happy for her and found it remarkably easy to talk to her about it. So much for expectation. I also found it easy to talk about my recent adventures in the netherworld of unexplained fertility. The first time LTBF got pregnant, it was the first month she tried and she spent a goodly time feeling very strange about it. It was seeing her with her baby that really switched on my biological clock about two years ago. It took me about six months to take some action and most of the rest you know. This time around she again got pregnant straight away and then had a very early miscarriage. I have a photo of her from around that time and her smile has the same slightly tight look that mine has occasionally. At the time she claimed to be fine, but a few weeks later it hit home harder. Since then she has been trying not to be freaked out by not getting pregnant. She knows what the two-week-wait feels like now and I am glad she understands. She got pregnant as soon as she stopped worrying about it. Before her current pregnancy I think it was hard for her to talk to me. Perhaps because when something is hurting you, but someone you care about has the been carrying the same hurt for longer, it is hard to know what to say. Last night I was glad that she is pregnant and even more glad that I have her back.