All with husbands in the medical corps of the military, you and your two friends sit across from me in the coffeeshop discussing everything from perineal rips during pregnancy to sales at Costco. You are nursing your fourth, a cute little girl with a white beanie and a huge pink flower. Beside you, your friend with the an obvious baby bump anticipates her gestational diabetes test on Monday. Your third friend wishes for a third little child, but her two children seem to be a little older.
I wonder what you talked about before you had children. I haven't heard you reference a pre-baby life. Your pregnant friend mentions a department barbecue. The other is dietitian who trained at a big college and worked in DC for awhile. But honestly, it doesn't matter what you did before. You love what you do now.
Despite your domestic focus, you've been all over the world. Between you and your friends, you have stretched to Japan, Cuba, and Afghanistan (at least). You know people all over the world and laugh at stories of cultural misunderstandings and struggles.
Within your little circle, you don't really know each others' personal histories. You learn tidbits as you go, but you seem to build quick friendships over shared experiences.
I wonder if this is how you imagined your life when you were my age. Regardless, you appear to be at peace with your place in life. I admire your grace.