I'm going to try and not sugar coat this, but I'm aware it probably makes me sound like a horrible, self-centred cow.
I was the first out of my friends to have a baby, but slowly lots of them are starting to have their own. And whenever there's a birth announcement, I feel sad and depressed for days.
I think, in part, it might be because DS's birth and early weeks were fraught and a bit traumatic, for both of us, and I'm just jealous when things go wonderfully for others (I get particularly upset when I hear 'mother and baby are doing brilliantly' a few hours after the birth. I wish we'd been doing brilliantly at that stage instead of at death's door)
But that's probably giving me far too much credit. I think what I hate most is the fact that my friends are not on their own journey of discovery (for want of a less wanky term) into parenthood, and I'm no longer 'the one with a baby'. I'm no longer special. And they'll probably be better at it too. Aaaaargh there I said it. I know I sound like a two year old. I just had to get it out in the open somewhere.
SO AIBU? And am I the only bitch person to feel this way.