Met with a fellow blogger today for coffee.
Honestly, I only intended to hang out for about an hour because I've got work to do, but I don't get the opportunity to talk in person very often, so I kept her at the table slightly longer than that. I'm not sure she would choose to hang out with me again (though I hope she does) because, well, I'm not a very cheery person and I had a little trouble allowing her the time to get a word in edgewise. I have so many stresses from so many different directions right now, and the only person I talk most weeks is K, and it's kind of pointless to unload on him sometimes because he's in the middle of the same stresses I'm under. So when I suddenly had an audience, one that understands what my last couple of years have been like, I'm afraid she got buried in my verbal diarrhea.
I hope this is just my social anxiety talking and she enjoyed hanging out as much as I did. But just putting it out there that I recognize the reasons why she may not have.
So that was lovely.
I got some work done tonight, so that was nice.
K got home and was too tired to cook so we hit McDonalds. I got a milkshake with my big mac meal. Hey, my weigh-ins are over! Don't judge me! So that was fun.
Logged onto facebook. And suddenly, I'm not having a nice day anymore.
You see, a couple of girls in the classes behind me in high school (that were a part of my social group as fellow drama geeks), when I first got on facebook, I watched their first pregnancies progress into babies. But that's when we were only kind of starting to TTC so no big deal. One of them gave birth to her second (in a year!) a couple of weeks/months (I lose track) ago. And tonight, the first thing looking out at me on my facebook page is the ultrasound for the other girl.
I'm no longer just the last one on the track, I'm being lapped.
Dear high school buddy who had her tubes tied,
At this rate, you might be the only person left on my facebook wall when the time comes for me to post an ultrasound. Thanks in advance for never having any surprises that might make me feel like crap. You are now forgiven for having a better career in my chosen field than I do.
Failing from all directions