I'd intended yesterday to wax quasi-poetic about achieving my 40th birthday, but all that was derailed. We found out at lunch that our good friends Julio and Yo! Adrienne lost their baby just a couple weeks before its due date. They still have to wait for her to dilate before labor is induced, and she faces delivery knowing the baby is already dead.
No cause is known at this time, but the baby had good vitals a week ago. This is a terrible blow. Only last Friday we were admiring their pram and high chair. Adrienne's good friend is pregnant with twins, and they were to be mothers together. Just devastating.
So, re: turning 40, all I can say is how lucky I was to get this chance. We all take it for granted far too often.