(I know I am BU really, I just need some sense talking into me.)
I have been pregnant twice. Both times, I was vomiting before my period was late, and the sickness ramped up from there. Pregnancy #1 ended in MC at 8 weeks. Pregnancy #2 resulted in a lovely, wonderful now-2-year-old, but I was sick right the way through. Went through the usual selection of anti-sickness drugs, was moved to consultant-led care for a while to get on top of it, extra growth scans etc. Eventually ended up on ondansetron+cyclizine combo which got the vomiting down to 1/2x day, and got the nausea down to a level where it was still pretty awful but I could mostly keep working (could do a lot of WFH thankfully), but it was a miserable, bleak time until the baby arrived.
Anyway, a lot of my friends and colleagues have been getting pregnant and having babies recently. And they're all just handling it SO WELL, and they look so good and they're so clearly happy. And other friends are thinking about when to try for baby #2 or #3.
And I am happy for them! Mostly. I do want them to be happy. I don't want anyone to be sick. But. BUT. a big part of me wants to stamp my feet and shout NOT FAIR NOT FAIR, because I so, so want another one and I just don't see how I could manage it. I barely managed last time, and this time I'd have another DC to care for, a different job, a long commute. I think about not having any more DC and I want to burst into tears - but then I think about going through another pregnancy, and I still want to cry.
Obviously I am not being awful to the pregnant women I know or anything! Plus I know many of them might have dealt with even worse struggles than mine before getting to the happy point they're at now. And yet, I am still so effing jealous at the moment.
I need to get a grip, don't I?