My coworker, who is due the SAME DAY that I was (before my miscarriage at 9 weeks) is currently walking around with a balloon to reveal her baby's gender. I am dying on the inside as I watch all of the excitement and think about what could have been. After 2 years of infertility, I really thought it was finally happening for me. But instead I am watching the daily reminder that some dreams don't come true no matter what you do.