It feels that way. One by one, my babyloss mamas, the people I leaned on for support since Leila died, I'm having to "hide" them on Facebook. Because I have a serious case of sour grapes.
I'm happy for them. I am, really. I just can't have their bubbly news slapping me in the face all the time.
Once they have their babies, I'm good. I can read about dirty diapers and spit-up and milestones all day.
It's just that pregnancy is just too much for me.
DH says I need to get over it. I agree. Before Facebook gets too quiet.
At church on Sunday, the pastor quoted the Bible. "You have not because you ask not".