Yesterday, we got a text message from Glug’s brother, announcing to the family that they are very excited about expecting their third child.
My first reaction was not excitement, or happiness. It was jealousy. Insane angry envy. I was so close to tears its not funny, and I was pissed off… but I made a conscious decision not to let the news fork up my day entirely, and I changed the subject.
Then when I woke up this morning it all came back again. I pushed it aside again because we had visitors.
Then this afternoon I opened my bedside drawer and glimpsed the HPT that lies taunting me in the back- and I was reminded again. We have yet to congratulate them… and I feel like shit. Their news follows hot on the heels of my emailing the family about us seeing a specialist and how we’re not really wanting to talk about it (pretty much my post from earlier this week) and and and… which probably explains why the poor SIL E- whom I have become friends with since Glugs and I got together- did not text me.
Fork bunnies… I LOATHE feeling like this… but its like there’s some part of my brain that takes over everytime someone mentions babies or pregnancy and I turn into a bitch.
Lawdy I hope I can put it aside so I can be happy for them when I see them… People think I’m exaggerating when I tell them I have a constant supply of pregnant friends. Its quite literally a case of one baby is born, and someone announces a pregnancy. Thus far its only been friends though.