(Maybe I’ll just confess things on the Fridays that I have something worth confessing?)
One of my co-workers is very pregnant. Her baby is due at the end of May. So of course the other women in the office have been making a fuss over her, giving her unwanted advice, and all the other things that happen to a new mom-to-be. This is her first baby, so it should be very exciting.
I am happy for her, because I know she and her husband had been trying for awhile.
But I am also heartbreakingly jealous of her, and I will tell you why.
They decided they wanted to know if they were having a girl or a boy. According to the ultrasounds, their baby is very definitely a boy.
Since she found out, the mom-to-be has done nothing but complain about how much she’d rather have a girl, because “boys aren’t as cute” and “there aren’t any cute clothes for boys.”
I want a baby boy more than anything in the world. But here I am waiting patiently for the time to come when I can provide a baby with a good life. It could be years.
And she will have her baby in her arms by the end of next month, and she can’t even show any gratitude for it.