I have come to the conclusion that the law of attraction *is* at work in my life vis a vis pregnancy. . . . just not in the way I want it to be. Witness some evidence of this from just the past few days. . . .
- Yet another lawyer-friend of mine announced her pregnancy via Fac.ebo.ok on Friday. She is at least two years older than I am and already has a 6-year-old.
- When I went to court Friday afternoon for a status hearing, the courtroom bailiff was 9 months pregnant.
- We boarded our plane yesterday behind a visibly pregnant woman.
- Saturday's fast food lunch was served to us by a visibly pregnant woman.
P.S. I hate that hearing/reading other people's happy news--people who I consider friends--feels like a knife in my heart and a dismal reminder of my own failure rather than happiness for their good news.
P.P.S. I find I am even less happy for pregnant women who already have at least one child. Intellectually I realize that their fecundity has no impact on me, one way or another--and I often don't even know what they had to go through to achieve their pregnancies--but I can't stop the (momentary) childish thought of "Why does she get to have ANOTHER one when I don't even have one?!"