I suffered a traumatic silent miscarriage November 2019, 3 months ago. I seen my little blueberry on the screen, 7 weeks along, 9mm big. Their tiny little heart still. I'm supposed to be 23 weeks pregnant right now. Viability week, which is a huge milestone for most women.

Yet I'm sitting here, crying because more than 5 of my friends have announced their pregnancy in the last week. Usually I am the person people love telling they're pregnant because I love pregnancy and baby fever & i cant wait to support them but instead i am feeling bitter and so jealous. Some of these babies are their first babies, I have 2 very amazing little girls. Why am I feeling this way! I feel like such an awful person because this is just not me but I cant stop thinking about how I should be able to join in. My heart feels heavy, for the baby I lost and for my friends not being able to find the support in me they need. Please tell me somebody else understands this?