So, in the final mad rush of preperations for Magaret's wedding I got an email for the husband of one of my friends from the dance team. It was a mass emailing detailing the birth of their baby daughter. Gah. Normally I am pretty happy for friends who get pregnant/have kids given as how I've been forced into a new appreciation of how you can't take these things for granted. This one was a major bummer though. I was at there wedding a year ago, at which point I'd already been trying to get pregnant for a few months and was starting to be a little disappointed that it wasn't happening right away. They managed to get married and reproduce in the time its taken me to get absolutely nowhere on the whole reproduction thing. One of the things noted in the email was that the baby was born on her actual due date, so it wasn't like she was early, either. Grrr.
I know some of my dear friends who read this managed to get pregnant within a couple of months of trying. I like you all very much, but I'm also insanely jealous to the point of hating you at times. I know its not your fault and I should just be happy for you, but sometimes that just isn't enough.
Now that's she's married, there's also the very real possibility that my sister will get pregnant before I do. It certainly sounds like they intend to start trying right away. Of course I don't want them to wait if that's not what they want to do, but dammit I was trying first. 16.5 months worth of trying first.