raving4him
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So yesterday was my friend’s baby shower for her fourth baby. Another friend of ours thought because it was her last baby we should do a little get together. It was a surprise tea party with just 8 of us there. I had mentally braced myself because I knew the majority of the ladies had little babies or were pregnant (as follows
Friend #1: it was her baby shower, pregnant with number 4 due in a week!
Friend #2: Had baby #4 in November
Friend #3: Had baby #2 in December and brought him to the party
Friend #4: Has four kids, youngest is a toddler
Friend #5: 6 months pregnant
Friend #6: Has 3 teenagers
Friend #7: No babies yet
Me #8: trying for almost 15 months, miscarriage in Jan @10weeks. Haven’t told anybody, husband doesn’t want us to.
Friends #6&7 give me sanity honestly, and I have been leaning on them as it’s getting harder to pretend I’m okay around my other friends. I love them all dearly and I’m so happy for them but honestly they make me cry. When we first started trying, I imagined me and Friend #2 having a baby together, then Friend #3, then friend #1 and well I’m still not any closer to having a baby.
Me & Friend #7 were getting slammed with the “when are you guys having babies?? / why haven’t you had a baby yet ?? / it’s your turn!” questions like usual when suddenly friend #7 announces “well actually I’m 17 weeks pregnant” ....
I should be 15 weeks today. I lost my baby in Jan at 10 weeks after taking a year to conceive that baby. Everyone yelled and cheered and overwhelmed friend #7 with hugs and love and I could barely keep myself from crying. I should have been able to say “hey, me too”. We would have been due the same time. It would have been magical. Why is life this way?!
The entire rest of the baby shower was spent talking about planning friend #7’s baby shower and about birth and doctors in town and ugh ... I just tried my best to keep myself together but it was the hardest thing (besides the miscarriage) I’ve had to go through since starting TTC.
I just went home and cried, and cried. My poor husband must think I’m just a mess. I desperately want to be so happy for my friends and yet at the same time I just feel so broken. I hate this, so much.
Edit: I just want to say thank you for the huge outpouring of support from this sub. I’ve decided to tell my friends what’s going on, and I’ll also be seeing a counsellor. I read most of your comments to my husband and he says he understands more now how I’m feeling. Thank you for making today a little less terrible.
Friend #1: it was her baby shower, pregnant with number 4 due in a week!
Friend #2: Had baby #4 in November
Friend #3: Had baby #2 in December and brought him to the party
Friend #4: Has four kids, youngest is a toddler
Friend #5: 6 months pregnant
Friend #6: Has 3 teenagers
Friend #7: No babies yet
Me #8: trying for almost 15 months, miscarriage in Jan @10weeks. Haven’t told anybody, husband doesn’t want us to.
Friends #6&7 give me sanity honestly, and I have been leaning on them as it’s getting harder to pretend I’m okay around my other friends. I love them all dearly and I’m so happy for them but honestly they make me cry. When we first started trying, I imagined me and Friend #2 having a baby together, then Friend #3, then friend #1 and well I’m still not any closer to having a baby.
Me & Friend #7 were getting slammed with the “when are you guys having babies?? / why haven’t you had a baby yet ?? / it’s your turn!” questions like usual when suddenly friend #7 announces “well actually I’m 17 weeks pregnant” ....
I should be 15 weeks today. I lost my baby in Jan at 10 weeks after taking a year to conceive that baby. Everyone yelled and cheered and overwhelmed friend #7 with hugs and love and I could barely keep myself from crying. I should have been able to say “hey, me too”. We would have been due the same time. It would have been magical. Why is life this way?!
The entire rest of the baby shower was spent talking about planning friend #7’s baby shower and about birth and doctors in town and ugh ... I just tried my best to keep myself together but it was the hardest thing (besides the miscarriage) I’ve had to go through since starting TTC.
I just went home and cried, and cried. My poor husband must think I’m just a mess. I desperately want to be so happy for my friends and yet at the same time I just feel so broken. I hate this, so much.
Edit: I just want to say thank you for the huge outpouring of support from this sub. I’ve decided to tell my friends what’s going on, and I’ll also be seeing a counsellor. I read most of your comments to my husband and he says he understands more now how I’m feeling. Thank you for making today a little less terrible.