I just wrote out a really long post about how a friend who is blessed enough to get pregnant on her first try is hurting my feelings. But you know what? I really am happy for her. I wish that I had the same luck. I wish that my husband and I didn’t work opposite schedules and were able to see each other every day and BD on all the appropriate days. I wish that he wasn’t so tired and sometimes completely uninterested in BD. But that’s not her fault. Right?

Look at me trying to be a real grown up and stop hating on others for things I wish I had.