When will I not want to cry when I hear people tell INPWT*, "How are you three doing?". Will I ever not want to hide under the desk and cry? Will I never not want to yell "HEY FUCKWAD, I'm infertile, could you please some compassion and shut the fuck up?". When will I not want to yell at her, "HEY! Don't you remember these feelings? Did you get knocked up and suddenly the infertile emotions just got knocked out of your body?". Can't I just be happy for her? I dread 8am when I know she will walk in. I dread this summer knowing she will be big belly pregnant and then deliver her babies as the summer comes to an end. I wish I could be happy for her. What kind of "friend" am I?
*Infertile (@work), now pregnant with twins.