So a couple of months ago, 9 actually to be exact, my best friend told me she had conceived, and was planning a baby. 9 months ago I was crushed. I wasn’t the friend I should have been, because of infedtility jealousy… a vile emotion I wanted to get rid of more than having a baby.
Its hard for us to get those announcments. The last couple of months the hubs and i have been teaching our selves to learn the new lifestyle we find ourselves in. I get the calla month ago that my bf will be induced. Withouta single pang of jealousy I booked my flight to texas to give her the support she needs.
She’s been in labor for 4 hours. I’m doing what I can to help her, and I’m loving being here… but seeing the diapers and the baby blankets and the flowers, it is now that I truly feel that this is not for me. No jealousy, no ill will, just complete understanding that I really was made for other things…and am thankful for I can finally, and honestly move on with my life.