I have an 18-month-old, and I’ve always wanted my children to be close in age — for me, the closer the better. My husband wanted to wait a little longer than I did, so we compromised and waited.
Last September, I got pregnant, but sadly it ended in a miscarriage, my second one. After that, my husband felt strongly that we should wait until January before trying again, because he thought it would be best for me physically and emotionally. I told him I didn’t want to wait, but also that I wouldn’t force the issue.
We’ve been trying again since January. I’m doing everything I can — taking vitamins, eating well, tracking things — but I’m still not pregnant. I know it’s still early days, but I’m finding it really hard.
Out of around eight close friends, six have either had babies or are pregnant again since we were all originally pregnant around the same time. In the last month alone, I’ve found out that three of them are pregnant. One of them is my best friend, and we’re due to go away with her family and mine in two weeks. I’ve just started my period and I’m feeling really low.
I’m genuinely happy for my friends and I want to support them, but behind closed doors I just want to cry. My husband is being as supportive as he can be, but he doesn’t seem to feel it as emotionally as I do.
I’m also struggling with resentment, because part of me keeps thinking maybe I would be pregnant by now if we hadn’t taken that break. I know that might not be fair, but it’s how I’m feeling at the moment.
Recently, one of the girls told me she was pregnant during a park date. She didn’t know I’d had a miscarriage, so of course she hadn’t done anything wrong, but I wanted to cry and had to hold it together. It ended up putting a cloud over what should have been a nice day out.
Has anyone else been through this? How do you cope with feeling happy for others while also feeling heartbroken for yourself?