I'm going to try to make cookies tomorrow for a beloved friend who had a bad 7-week ultrasound today. Since there is nothing anyone can do to make a dent in that kind of sorrow, I figured cookies are a good plan. Even with two fantastically beautiful kids of our own, I still resent people who get pregnant (and get a live baby out of it) on their first try; I still envy people who don't have to suffer miscarriages and resort to IVF to get a live baby. I pity people who get pregnant by accident, since no one should have to take this responsibility on without being as ready as they want to be. But damn, damn, damn, I remember the pain of the losses so vividly that it takes no time at all to tear up when I hear someone else's bad news.