I’ve been doing pretty good off my meds. Having bad days here and there, but today was a pretty bad day. I was struggling with dwelling on things, and it took some serious effort to even get dressed this morning/afternoon when I got up.
So far, I’ve done pretty good when it comes to reading blogs, though I admit that I no longer get notifications when a new blog is posted. This way I can view them when I’m ready vs. having my Inbox blast various announcements at me. It’s worked thus far.
I read MO’s latest blog (and I’m very happy for her), and I think it’s amazing how she’s trying her hardest to be considerate of her Facebook friends who are going through, or have struggled with, IF and whatnot. It’s still a bit rough to read, but it was very sweet, and really just shows what an amazing person she is (and what an amazing Mom she’s going to be).
Anyways, I was busy playing Skryim, and figured I’d take a little break to go wake Xannatos up from his nap and I had my Facebook page open. Do you know what accosted me the moment I had alt-tabbed out of my game? A smart-assed-cutsy pregnancy announcement from one of the girls I went to school with. I immediately broke down. Seriously, I’m still fighting back tears. I know that it was inevitable that she would get pregnant, and I wouldn’t be surprised if they had been struggling with IF as she was very overweight (frankly, she was obese), but it was like someone threw a right hook at me – repeatedly. She posted three pictures… one was of four separate pregnancy tests all showing positive results. The next was a picture of her and her husband (also an old high school friend) holding up a a single sheet of paper with a giant and colorful ‘R’ on it and completing that pic was my friend holding up a Prego spaghetti sauce jar. The last was a picture of just my friend holding the Prego jar. They were both clearly overjoyed and happy, but I couldn’t stop myself for hating them for just a moment.
I’ve never been faced with a Facebook Pregnancy Announcement, and you know what? It really fucking sucks. I’m so jealous that I’ll never be able to be that happy about being pregnant (should it happen again)… I’m jealous that they feel comfortable enough to post an announcement in the first place. I hope for, and wish them, the best but at the same time I’m incredibly hurt. I know that she’s not trying to hurt me (though she does know about my struggles, and we’ve talked about it before), but because she knows, it somehow makes the announcement more hurtful.