Most of you know about my friend at work who is due 2 days before I was. It's been tough being across the hall from her and watching her belly grow every day, but I made whatever peace I could with it, because it isn't going to change. Then I found out that our Pre-K teacher is pregnant and due the week after I was. I don't see her as much as I see the other one, although I have noticed that I see her a lot more this year than I have in years passed. She's a really sweet person, and I just keep reminding myself that when I see her growing belly. Well about 2 weeks ago I started to suspect that our ESL teacher is pregnant too. She's a bean pole, and her stomach isn't nearly as flat as it has always been. I tried to convince myself that since she has a toddler maybe she's eating what he's eating and is just gaining weight. The whole time knowing that another bomb was about to get dropped. I got confirmation today- she's due in May. I see her multiple times a day. I feel like I'm going to lose it. There's only so much that a human mind and heart can take, and I hit my limit 2 preggos ago. Part of me is really happy for them, but most of me is dying inside. It's all I can do to keep it together. Every time I start to get to an "okay" point someone else announces they're pregnant. I don't know how I'm going to make it through this school year watching them walking around with big ole baby bumps when I'm so empty. AF hasn't even returned from the d&c so we can start trying yet.

I find myself wondering what I did to deserve to not only lose my 3rd child but to be kicked every time I try to get back up. I swear if one more preggo pops out of the woodwork I'm going to need a rubber room.