Don't even know what to say, just feels like this is the only place I can sit and feel sad and enraged that my body is letting me down whilst everyone else is full of congratulations.
3 pregnancies, 3 miscarriages, and people getting pregnant all around me.
I don't have bad feelings towards her, it's just that every time someone else manages it, it rams home the fact that I've nearly been there but had it snatched away.
DH just told me the news on the phone (I asked him, he was going to tell me when he got home). I chickened out of going to theirs this weekend because of my general due date sadness, and also I knew they'd been trying for a few months, and was bracing myself for an announcement.
Bollocks, bollocks bollocks.
I can't even imagine having a successful pregnancy right now... I don't even know what the next step is. The tests are clear (which is great, I know) but I can't face going through it again.
Sorry if what I've written sounds selfish, but I had to get it out somehow.