I want to preface this post by saying that I am filled with joy, absolutely thrilled, over-the-moon for all of my fellow bloggers who have had recent BFPs and all of you previous IFers now-turned-2nd trimester mommies-to-be out there. You have all waited so long for this miracle, and been through so much to get there and now that it is finally happening, it is so great to hear about your journey now, from a different perspective.
But still, I just can't help this feeling that won't go away. I'm that sad, lowly kid that has been picked last for the 'winning team'. I was fortunate never to have to experience that (as I was usually was the team captain) but now - I have slowly and silently become the one that is the odd man out, the benched kid hanging out by the gatorade cooler.
*Sigh*. Just having one of those days where it seems like it's everyone but me. Pity party for one, thank you.