It happened.....

I had my first viceral reaction to a pregnancy announcement.

It was via a Facebook status update. (The announcement, not my reaction.)

I am not close at all to the girl.

I got to simply make a colorful statement to Mr. T and then move on. Well, blog about it. Then move on.

I immediatly felt guilty for my reaction.

Then I was angry over the last 12 months.

Then I was scared again.

Then I realized,  pity parties are no fun. There are no goodie bags, no delicious cake, no one makes a toast in your honor. (But there is wine!)

I can honestly say that I have not spent too much time dwelling on the "why me" moments. But once in a while, they sneak up on me. Just like an unexpected status update. The problem is, I'm not angry that someone else is pregnant. I'm sad that its not me. 

If I had to anyalyze (OK, twist my arm), my working theory would be this, as the stimulation phase of this cycle comes closer, I am hypersensitve and my anxiety is rising.  The idea of actually being pregnant with a viable pregnancy is SO close. I need to focus on the positive. This can happen. 

But damnit if there is not a little, tiny voice that says, It will be your turn soon. You deserve it.