Oh no @MrsKin90 this may not be any consolation but this too shall pass.
Your friend is lovely and just know you’ll be announcing something special soon.
To make you feel better about your friend telling you, here is the complete opposite end.
I don’t have many friends since university I have one friend in the true sense of the word only.
Said friend who was struggling with infertility told me everything and I mean everything about her inability to sustain a pregnancy. I held her hand through three miscarriages and emotionally and financially invested in her. I was silly enough to pay for her to have spa days, massages, got a mutual friend to give her heavily discounted reiki.
Because of the multiple miscarriages she was told by GP she had to do ivf.
When I asked her about a year later how she was progressing with ivf, after her just being really distant with me and no longer meeting up or being how she was - she said she’s not doing ivf and leaving it to God.
I noticed she no longer had snap or IG stories up that I could see, so assumed at our age (very late 30s) she had given up that.
She didn’t want to meet up because she was busy with her family. Also I only had IG because my niece set me up and I am not really too familiar with it besides knowing how to upload a pic.
Something wasn’t adding up so my niece who’s 21 has IG and my friends profile was public, she searches her name and there’s a story, but from my phone it’s nothing.
We view it from hers and it’s nothing besides her showing food but that set off my feeling she’s definitely avoiding me.
My niece the social media stalker that she is, looks at pictures she was tagged into IG and there’s pics of her and a bump at various meet ups and baby showers.
I think said friend must have realised that my niece has seen her story because a few weeks later she texts she’s pregnant and due in a few weeks.
When I tell you the bitterness, resentment and hurt I felt, you’ll never believe.
I still hate her to this day, not because she got her baby but because I was only a friend when I was in the late 30s barren club and once she got her baby, she was finally able to live the life with her other friends as a yummy mummy.