Tonight DH & I went to a friend’s place for the weekly poker game. Except that tonight I had to set across from a very pregnant woman - rubbing her belly lovingly all night long.
Let me be perfectly clear. There is only ONE pregnant woman that I like. UNO. She is wonderful and I couldn’t be more happy for her (yes, that’s you Sam). Anyone else? Kindly leave me alone. I feel as if (fertile) pregnant women everywhere are continually seeking me out… to kill what ever sanity I still had remaining.
I don’t want to see their pregnant bellies. Or their happy faces.
Yes, I am miserable. I am a bitter infertile, hear me roar!

