After our chat the other day about bumps v babies for heartbreak potential, I've heard from my friend who had her first 2 weeks ago and I'm sitting here sobbing gently over my phone.
She sent photos and chatted about the labour etc. He's gorgeous, obviously, and I'm pleased for her.
But that painful hole in my heart seems to have come back. We were pregnant at the same time, though I didn't know until after I'd lost mine and it's just so fucking excruciating my babies are all gone and hers is here and she didn't even plan it and spent the whole time moaning about what an inconvenience it all was.
I know the timing sucked for her but here he is now, perfect, gorgeous, and apparently the easiest baby ever...
I've know her since we were 3 and our lives have always run parallel, we went to 3 of the same schools, dance classes, nearly the same uni and our babies would have been born 3 months apart. But mine died. And then the next one abandoned me too.
My chest literally hurts. I don't know if we're ever going to have a happy ending to the whole period of crap and even if we do it won't erase the pile of unfair awfulness we've been through.
DH is tidying. Never a good sign!
Right, wallow over x