One of my teammates is pregnant. As in, she peed on a stick this morning and got a plus.
This is number 2 for her. Number 1 was an unexpected surprise.
She's been trying for exactly one month.
I told her the other day that there would be a small part of me that would hate her if she got pregnant this month. She said she understood.
There is a small part of me that hates her.
And a large part of me that is so jealous, it makes me cry. How nice would it be to decide "hey, it's time for number 2. Let's to this." I keep thinking that if/when Jeff and I go for number 2, it's going to be a long drawn out process of finding the money, deciding if we want the same doctor or try to find a new one, picking a new donor since the one we used is sold out, doctor visits, medicine, OPKs, more money, more doctor visits, more stress.
I'm happy for her. I think it's funny that she went from "never having more children, ever" at the beginning of my pregnancy to actively trying by the time I got back from maternity leave. I'm excited that there will be another child on the team that's close to Cate's age.
But mostly I'm jealous.