Greetings to everyone stopping over for the July ICLW! Thanks for reading and following along and of course, for all of your support.
Also, my husband and I have officially completed our fertility testing after my husband went for his seman analysis this morning. I'm anxiously awaiting the results and I'll keep you posted.
After that nice, positive note, the rest of this post may not be that happy. I feel the need to vent again for a couple of reasons, so here goes. First, I'm currently stuck at work with a woman in my class who used to be my best friend last year and we were pregnant together last summer. We were one week apart and I know that I was looking forward to sharing all the new experiences of pregnancy together during the subsequent 8 months. Throughout the first 10 weeks, we shared our morning sickness symptoms and commisterated about changing our schedules to have time for maternity leave and not drinking alcohol (wow, I was so innocent a year ago). After I lost my baby, she was a terrible friend and just complained about her pregnancy to me. I just decided that I couldn't be friends with someone who knew what I had been through and couldn't show any compassion or understanding. It sucked though because I lost my best friend. It was also like getting punched in the stomach everytime I saw her and her growing belly as the months went on. When she finally had the baby, it was a relief that she wasn't going to be at work for 2 months and I planned on getting pregnant while she was out on maternity leave, but no such luck. Now, she's back at work and she has a healthy 4 month son. Me, I'm still not pregnant, but I have a 4 month old puppy. So, the reason for my story is that today she brought her son into the resident lounge. I just got up and walked out. It's just too much to hear people gushing about her beautiful baby when that should have been me too. Plus, no one bring their babies into the resident lounge. There are a lot of babies of residents in my department and this is the first time I have ever seen one in our lounge. It kinda felt like getting punched in the stomach and I still haven't completely recovered. Although, I am feeling better now that I've gotten it out.