Okay, I don't usually do this, but I am having a pity party for one today. Usually I am a pretty optimistic person, but today I am just irritated with my life and everything in it. It seems like no matter what I do I get the short end of the stick. I am 31 years old, and would like to have a baby, and for various reasons it looks like that is never going to happen for dh and me. So what do I do?! I go to lunch with two pregnant women (one of whom I didn't know was pregnant until I went to lunch) and listen to them talk about being pregnant, baby names, yada yada yada for an hour. It seems like everyone I work with is thin, tall, wears wonderful looking clothes, has great houses and gets to travel to the ends of the earth. Then there's me...fat, short, lucky to afford the clothes at WalMart, going bankrupt so I can't even look at buying a house, and I can't even get out of Texas! To top all of that off, I don't even have any friends that I can confide in. I have aquaintences, but no real friends. Shoot, I even have to pay someone (counselor) just so I can spill my guts for an hour! Sometimes I just want to say "can't I catch a break for heaven's sake?!!!". I mean, am I so horrible that I don't even get to be happy?! I try to be there for my family, support everyone the best I can, and just generally try to be a good and kind person. So when exactly do I get my fair share? I know that the grass isn't necessarily greener on the other side, and that tomorrow I probably will feel different, but this stuff has been building for awhile now and I just had to let it out somewhere before I exploded. Sorry gang, but I didn't have the money to pay a counselor again.
Well, thanks for listening. Hopefully tomorrow I will be able to pull myself up by the bootstraps, as they say, but today it's just a teary-eyed feel sorry for myself day.
M'Chelle

