Some days I feel like I'm the only person on the planet (except, you know, men) who is not pregnant.
I know I'm not. But at last count? Twenty-nine of my friends and acquaintances are.
Seriously. Everyone from my sister, who I've pretty much ascertained getting pregnant merely by her husband entering the room, to friends of mine who have been trying for literally YEARS and it finally worked for them.
And thank God for that, really. For all of them. I love my sister so much that I think it would kill me if she had crap for ovaries like I do. I love my friends and I'm so happy that finally they don't have to go through all this anymore. That they can finally realize their dreams of having a child.
I don't resent them. I don't even feel sad.
I just feel like a freak.
I hate feeling like a freak.