Ugh, don't get me started...
The girl in the office next to mine is 16 weeks. I should be about 21 weeks now

She got knocked up on her honeymoon, when I bet lots of drinking went on. Plus flying. And not planned. Life is most definitely not fair. I hear her make all her appointments and talk about it. I just close my door and cry. She walks past my door every other minute to get stuff from the copier.
The other day I heard her say how she got nervous when she wasn't nauseous one day. That just got the worst of me, I couldn't handle it.It's not fair we actually know the worst could happen feels like.
It doesn't help I couldn't stand her to begin with. She drags her feet and eats LOUD. Chomp chomp chomp... I close my door whenever she eats as well.
I haven't said congrats yet. I might never.