With both pregnancies, I imagined driving around with a tiny human in the back seat, safely secured and comfortable. Sometimes the child will smile back at me, sometimes they were asleep.

I drive my car now, the back seat empty, or filled with books or people.

But no baby.

I still find myself looking, surprised to see it empty, then I feel sad.

And then I feel ridiculous for doing so.

And the cycle continues…

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