I had my gorgeous DD on 11th July, which means she's five months old now. My friend from university had her DD just two weeks before mine arrived. We live 200 miles apart, but it was lovely to have a preggers friend who was at exactly the same stage. Both are first babies. This morning I woke up to see, on Facebook, lovely photos of my friend enjoying a Christmas night out with her workmates. It's not a nice feeling, but I'm green with envy. I am nowhere near that stage. I'm still EB, so I've never been away from this girl for more than an hour. Looking at my friend's photos I feel like a bit of a failure, like I've been left behind, strangely hurt and plain old jealous. AIB mental?