Well, actually, I guess I can. I am still sick with jealousy and have a hard time hearing, reading, or being around pregnant women. Here I am, in the store, baby girl A against my chest in her S.nugli, and a pregnant woman walks by, and a flame of bitterness flares in my chest. Also, I felt uncomfortable. I think a part of me thought that might calm down a bit after A was here. I don't feel sick to my stomach, so I guess at least that has improved.
Though I usually try not to pay too much mind to celebrity stuff, the news showing photos of A.n.gel.ina (you know who I mean) with her much celebrated you know what (I can't bring myself to say the "BB" words) I was jealous once again. Ahem....doesn't she have enough kids? It's just my bitterness.
Especially because for many reasons of which I should post and talk about, right now at least, it seems there is a good chance A might be my only living child. Even though I should leave that on a cross that bridge when I come to it shelf, it makes me feel so sad when I do start thinking about it.