I am not a mother, but I have been pregnant. Me and my DH have been trying now for almost 7 years, yes, 7 years! I finally fell pregnant for the first time this past August 2012 with the help of Clomid (I have PCOS). During my short pregnancy, I felt so happy because I thought my day finally came. I had a friend who was about 7 weeks ahead of me and when she annouced her pregnancy I was so upset and full of jealousy. When I found out I was expecting I couldn't wait to tell her and she was super happy for me and the fact that her and I were going to be bump buddies.
For the first time, I didn't mind seeing other pregnant women, I didn't avoid the baby section at Walmart (in fact we started looking at cribs, strollers etc.). I never did forget the struggle, and never did loose respect for my dear LTTTCer friends here on BNB, but the joy I had was unbreakable. That is, until I went in for my first ultrasound and they could not find the baby's heartbeat. I was sent in for blood work and that is when they saw my hcg levels were dropping, and I would be miscarrying any day. I cannot begin to tell you the crushing feeling that came over me. To want something that bad for that long just to have it ripped away from me was completely devistating. That is when my jealousy returned because at that moment I flet like I was the victim of a really cruel joke.
so, I guess in short, yes my feelings did change for that short joyful moment when I finally concieved my first baby. I was so blinded by the fact it happend that I guess I didn't really think anything bad could happen because I had already been through enough. Anyway, that was my story.