Three of my sister-in-laws are pregnant! Can you believe? Three of them!
We are officially the only couple in a family of 7 that is not pregnant or with children. I try not to play the martyr, but come on, how much can a girl take! One right after the other, three times in a row. Nothin’ like reality slapping you in the face. Shoot me now!
How could I be so happy, yet so sad at the same time? With every surprise announcement, I wanted to hug them and cry. At family functions, it’s all baby talk. What they feel like, what they need to buy, how they made the exciting announcement to their other family and friends. I’ve tried to stay in the conversation by throwing out whatever second-hand knowledge I have about pregnancy and babies, just hoping that I won’t get inadvertently pushed out of the club because I really have no idea what I’m talking about.
Luckily, for all involved, my pity party was brief. I was able to pull myself out of the dark hole pretty quickly, the first time of course easier than the third. The one thing I have tried to tell myself through all of this is that I can’t compare my life to others. Each life is different, each scenario no better or worse. By comparing and being jealous I will just dig myself deeper into the hole and I know, the deeper I get, the harder it will be to climb out. Am I happy for my sisters & brothers? So very happy! Shouldn’t we all be able to have what we want? Absolutely! Do I have my moments of weakness? Of course. But those moments always lead me back to my center. Re-focus on my husband, my life, my journey and that will lead me to happiness.
To be continued…
My Random Thought: This morning I sent my family and friends a shot of my growing belly. I think it's so strange how I only see them a few times throughout this process and then I have a kid. I really can't wrap my mind around it, so in the meantime they are all being tortured by my mug shot!