That moment when you find out another fertile friend is pregnant from just having plain ol’ S-E-X.
… is how I feel about that.
“Oh my gosh, we’re so sorry. We will be praying for you guys. Is there anything we can do?”
Yea. Don’t get pregnant before me.
Oh dear Jesus, is that so wrong of me? I know it is, but that’s how I feel.
I mean, we know it’s going to happen, right? The world around us is getting pregnant; it’s inevitable.
But, damn, does it hurt.
Oh well. Another one bites the dust.
I’m happy to report I’m still human, though, because the last thing I’d want is for any of my friends to suffer the hell of infertility.
So, there’s that.
*** If you’re reading this, I love you! It’s not you; it’s me. Regarding that, “Is there anything we can do?” part, please just understand that I struggle with this kind of news and probably always will. Your friendship means so much to me, and we’re all going to live happily ever after with our babies.