I’m jealous.
My boss just told us this morning that she is pregnant and expecting a baby in December. I am THRILLED for her and can’t wait to cuddle and play with her squishy baby when he/she gets here. She also had a miscarriage last spring, and I am always happy for women who had a previous loss who then go on to have healthy babies, because it gives me hope that I will be so lucky one day.
But, of course, I’m jealous. Even though at this moment I am not ready to start trying again and am enjoying my life child-free, I am still jealous. There is that little tug in my gut that is so familiar, that still happens when I see a pregnant belly or a smiling baby. I know my time will come, and Hawk and I have started talking about trying again, not quite yet, but maybe this summer.
But right now, at this moment…
jealous
