Over the Thanksgiving holiday I found out that my cousin is pregnant. She and I grew up being really close, and even though it hurts my heart that I can't be pregnant too, I am super happy for her and her husband. I know they'll make great parents.
I could have handled that, no problem. But then I went to hang out with one of my oldest and best guy friends who said his wife was unable to join us because she was too hung over from drinking 4 1/2 bottles of wine on Thanksgiving day. In her drunkenness, she apparently told him she thought she was pregnant.
I let that one go assuming she was being dramatic and wasn't actually pregnant, but then I get a phone call two days later saying, well actually she really is knocked up and they're SO HAPPY they're going to have a baby.
I want to be happy for him, I really do. I'm just having a hard time because I hate his wife so much right now for drinking wine as if it's soda when she already suspected she was pregnant. In addition, she has a ton of health problems that she is doing nothing to help, while here I am, lifting weights and running races and eating all the right things and after more than 2 1/2 years I still can't even get ONE BFP.
I think I've given up on the dream. I no longer see kids in my future. I'm trying to paint a new picture that I can find gratifying, pursue and achieve some new goals, but around the holidays I just want to crawl into bed and cry at the injustice of having so much love to give and no kids to give it to while people who should be sterilized are out having five and six.
I do really feel for you. After nearly 3years, I also feel like kids are not on the picture for us, but cant help but feel sad and wanting to crawl into my bed and cry over the Christmas holiday....