I have no friends, I have no life outside of my daughters and that's okay. I guess when you get pregnant and can't go to haunted houses and your hormones tell you to let people go I guess you have no choice. Thought of something really nice for a "friends" birthday gift. But seems to me it may just be a joke on my part. My other so called "best friend" blames me for every little thing and I guess I'm just the disposable person of the group. Husband works every day and even when he's home he's not. Just feel real depressed and nobody stops to ask me how I feel or what could help. Happy 23 weeks to me.