A few hours ago I was in a co-workers office on a conference call. Everything was fine until I noticed a new addition to her desk - her most recent ultrasound photo. Instantly it felt like someone kicked me in my stomach. I caught myself holding my breath so I wouldn't cry. I guess I had been ignoring the fact that she is actually pregnant until now. I have to accept it and it so hard. She got pregnant the week I buried my babies. Doesn't seem fair does it?