I hate to be this person...

I hate that I’m so jealous when people announce pregnancy. I hate how just seeing it makes my blood pressure go up because it’s not my turn yet. I hate when they say “we weren’t even trying” when my whole life is consumed with trying. I hate that I can’t be happy for my friends. I hate that I’m so depressed over it all. I just hate that I can’t be happy for them. I’m so sick of the jealousy and the depression.