They are everywhere. friends are pg with "accidents", everywhere i turn i see either a pg woman or a newborn. ds wants to know why he doesnt have a baby brother or sister. and normally i can keep my rage at our situation inside, but the clomid is making me vicious. a friend of dh's (who he's not seen for a while, and is heavily pg) asked when we were going to get a move on with number 2. i replied that not everyone just has to drop their knickers. i hate myself.