It's bad enough seeing friends and family announce pregnancies, but a few days of ignoring Facebook and it's safe again. Not this. This will go on until the thing is born, and then when it's born there will be the royal announcement, the photo graphs, the banners, the fucking bone china commemorative plates. With this pregnancy there is no escaping it. So to say the bulk of our official fertility treatments will begin in 2013, having this go on along side should be fun.
I know, I'm a selfish moaning cow bag, but i'm having one of those weeks. Friday signalled a new member of the family being born and having to dodge the pictures, congratulations and comments flying around from every family member who has an internet presence, then to just about get through the weekend for this to slap you in the face on a Monday just makes you want to stick the middle finger up at life. What have we actually dont wrong to you, huh??!!
I never realised how upsetting it can be to read comments from family member congratulate someone on the birth of their child when you know it should be you, you should be being congratulated, not sat on the other end of the laptop crying into another glass of wine and cursing the world.
Oh well, I now have another excuse to enjoy an alcoholic drink tonight after I get weighed for fat club. Through one of my support groups I was linked to a few of these images, for all my ladies (you know who you are) we might need thee words of encouragement over the next few months.
My personal favourite
