Namechange incase you're someone I went to school with (including DHs baby sister, or my cousin Julia.)
I know I Aibu to feel like such a jealous bitch, but could you help?
I'll try not to dripfeed or make this too long.
But I hate everyone and their accidental babies.
Today three women who I went to school with have announced their pregnancies.
Whilst another dozen friends acquaintances and colleagues are also pregnant too.
But what gets me is that all the women I've spoken to speak of accidents
ACCIDENTAL PREGNANCIES.
"We are just as shocked as you are but we're having a baby"
"It wasn't what we planned..."
HOW THE FUCKING HELL DO THESE PEOPLE GET ACCIDENTAL PREGNANCIES?!
I'm not a horrible person I swear.
(And I do know some could be lying about accidents because it's easier than coping with a fertility struggle)
I'm so fucking pleased, I really am. they're all going to be amazing and I love them so much.
It just doesn't seem fair
I can't stop crying, most evenings. My gp is a twat. And I can't see it ever, ever happening to me.
I haven't told anyone I feel like this, because I really don't want to bring the mood down.
I have been for coffee with three pregnant friends this afternoon, and am currently writing this from a reasturant loo, as I'm out with my cousin and SiL who are both pregnant too.
What can I do to get rid of my green eyed monster!
I want to cry. Right. This. Second.
My nose is running and my eyes sting.
There are babies and pregnant ladies everywhere
I don't want to be the person who tells them how shit feel or be the person who lowers the celebratory tone and makes them feel like they can't enjoy their beautiful babies. I just don't know how I can enjoy with them. But believe me I really want to.
(Just incase anyone is wondering! DH is being a delight. But he is not an envious man, his frustration manifests much more calmly and logically, whilst I just want to explode.
Please give me advice on how to get through the god knows how many pictures of Scans, prams and babygrows I'm going to get, whilst I am being told on a loop how hard it is to put on a boot at seven months pregnant, and how lucky teetotal me is that she can have a coctail when no one else in the group can drink.
I love these women. They are beautiful and brave and strong and courageous and intelligent all rolled into one. So any advice on how I can give them the love and support they truly deserve would be gratefully received
Cheers