I posted some time ago that there were about 6 pregnant women around me. Now there are 3 pregnant women (one of them probably popping one out as we speak), and 4 babies. Another friend just announced she was having a baby yesterday. I'm not taking this well.
I know I'm at that age where friends are getting married and having babies. But I need to catch a break. It's only been 4 months since I lost my son. I'm feeling an inexplicable urge to have a baby. I feel like my mind is consumed with that thought. Part of it is the feeling that my story should have been written differently. And the other part of that is I've always wanted to be a mom.
It frustrates me that I'm surrounded by such happy endings, and that my husband doesn't feel the same urgency that I do to quell my empty arms. He's being quite cautious and still grieving. I'm ready, but frustrated.
