On our way home from work today Mr. JB told me that one his co-workers is pregnant with her second. She got married one month after us and she got pregnant three months later with her first baby.
As soon as Mr. JB told me her news I lost it on him. As much as I adore his co-worker (she's so sweet and her husband is a soy farmer which I think is so cool), I just feel so absolutely jealous and sad. Mr. JB felt instantly horrible, but sometimes I don't think that he understands that I feel like an infertile loser.
I suck. I know. But I'm human, right?
I just wish that my baby-envy wasn't choking me to death.