It’s been over a year...

My cycles are just now returning to normal after going through hell with a blighted ovum and D&C; last year. My best friend just found out that she’s pregnant. I’m a little disappointed, but not for the reason you might think. I’ve never had a friend like her. She’s dealing with a lot of nonsensical backlash from her family, and I will be nothing but supportive. She is getting married in April, however, and we were going to start trying at the same time after her wedding. I know that might sound strange, but we had agreed to that together, and it gave us both a goal to wait and get some stuff together. When she found out she was pregnant, she told me I’d better ‘get on it.’ (Getting pregnant, of course). This is the first cycle in that year’s time that I don’t think, in some sick, psychologically torturing kind of of way, that I’m pregnant. It’s now the only time I really wish I was. She means that statement so genuinely and sweetly, but it hasn’t been easy getting back to any semblance of normality with my cycles. My first cycle that I’ve ovulated since October of 2016 was last month. I just don’t feel like I have an outlet to talk about this besides here. I’m not actually jealous. I’m just hoping that things come at the right time for both of us, even if it means having totally speedster pregnancies. Thanks for reading if you did. These thoughts have just been heavy on my mind for a few days.