I see them everywhere.  Things “normal” people don’t notice that c.r.u.s.h. me.

Today, my husband’s car doppleganger-an exact duplicate, right down to the funny color and very thin tires.

Parked in the grocery store parking lot.

Only I knew it wasn’t his immediately, because it was parked here:

The “fertile” car doppelganger if you will.

And upon closer look, you could see the baby seat through the rear window.

That’s all it took.

Seeing what his car should look like at this point.  What his car deserves to look like.

It crushed me right in my infertile heart.

Mostly because I am really beginning to believe that is never going to be us.

 

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