I was minding my own business last night when I overheard a message from Nadia’s sister, who is a few months older than me. She said something like ‘please call me back, I have some good news.’ When I told Nadia about the message , we guessed that she was either getting married or pregnant.
Well, it turns out that she is pregnant. And, guess what? She met the baby daddy five months ago. Did you hear me? She met him five months ago.
I am happy for her, she is a decent person and thank God she doesn’t know about this blog. My reaction has nothing to do with her as a person. I just feel like I’ve been punched in the gut. It just hurts sometimes when someone comes along and annouces their success with relative ease, especially since I feel like a complete failure right about now as I wait for my IVF cycle.
Don’t get me wrong, 99.9% of the time, I feel nothing but pure joy for women who are able to achieve their goals, especially those that over 35 and are of (ahem) advanced maternal age. Unfortunately, right now, I am feeling that less than .01%.