signs you're going insane #278
I promise not to fill this blog with lots of "woe is me" kind of posts or writing that is borderline teen angst/ode to my cat. Having said that, this post shall wallow in self pity slightly, but only because this is the one place I can vent. It'll be over soon, honest.
I am now at a point where I vacillate between seeing people with babies and feeling all warm and fuzzy inside, to seeing people with babies and wanting to grab them by the collar and ask how long it took them to get pregnant. I am getting increasingly vexed at the fact that the entire world seems to be pregnant except for me. (I didn't say this post would be logical; please bear with me.) Rumour has it that even Kylie is pregnant. Geena Davis just gave birth to twins at age 47. Stupid Paltrow just gave birth to an Apple.
It isn't rational by any stretch of the imagination, but it's not really in my nature to be terribly realistic. All I know is that I want to have a child and why on earth does the whole process seem so complicated? I suppose a lot of us go into this thinking that all it'll take is a bit of unprotected sex (remember when we were teenagers and we were warned about getting pregnant using the withdrawal method?) and that getting pregnant was fairly easy. Armed with the knowledge of my ovulation cycle, I thought it would be a cinch. You have sex, you ovulate, hurrah, you're pregnant. It's only month two. Do I get more or less mental than this as time goes on?
Rant over. I thank you.