So this morning I posted about how FF is making me paranoid, and then comes along a big 'ole truck of salt to dump in my wounds.
The first of the "everyone is pregnant but me" babies was born.
I kinda wish I hadn't found out until AFTER work because I was being so productive, and now I can't concentrate because I'm oscillating between the following emotions:
1- Happy for their new arrival.
2- Sympathy for the child with the unfortunate name. (Which is so unusual I can't post it here since that may blow my anonymity.)
3- Horrible shooting severe pangs of jealousy.
I'm kinda getting stuck on number 3. I haven't spent much time with the other two. I'm hoping to avoid #4
4- Crushing depression.
I want to get back to my happy place. I think I'll go back and read that optimistic blog entry I wrote, and remind myself that the doctor says I WILL get pregnant, its just a matter of time. I'm slow...like a turtle. (Get it? nudge nudge The name of the blog? I'm so clever. :-) )
Speaking of clever turtles...