So… this weekend I passed an important test. Yesterday, a great friend of mine who is pregnant came out to visit with her husband. I just love them, but there was a small part of me that was apprehensive about how I might feel when I saw her in her pregnant glory.
I was a little worried that I might uncontrollably feel resentment, sadness, or jealousy in light of all of my fertility struggles. Since becoming a real adult (arrived there sometime in my mid-twenties), I have not been the type of person who compares myself to others and especially my friends. But, you just never know what the powers of the psyche may reveal.
I am happy to report that I passed the test! I took one look at her and I was filled with pure joy. I am truly ecstatic for her and found myself wanting to hear as much as possible about her experience.
It probably helps that this particular friend is fun & interesting on many levels. Our conversations yesterday were about every topic under the sun, as usual. I actually had to instigate her to talk about her pregnancy! There is no doubt in my mind that she will NOT turn into one of those “baby mamas” who lose all ability to converse intelligently, and suddenly can only speak of diapers, daycare and baby registries. No joke… I do know at least a few “baby mamas”.
