At Paige’s baby shower: a long look at me, and then, to the room, “Some of us just don’t get to be lucky.”

At a barbecue, to a cousin, about a woman at her church who had lost a pregnancy: “She’s taking it very hard.

Some women just push themselves too hard and then it’s too late.”

And every single time, I looked at my husband, and every single time my husband looked at his plate.

You have to understand what that does over nine years.

It is not the sentences.