There is an evil little green eyed monster living inside of me.
I have decided to call him Gus. Gus The Little Green Eyed Monster.
Yeah, that's what I thought. Calling this monster by a cute name does not make it any more cute.
What the heck is wrong with me?
I have survived a full-term pregnancy. As a result of those nineish months, I have one of the most adorable babies ever known to man. He is healthy, he is thriving, he is napping, he is sleeping, he is eating, he is even pooping - albeit in the bathtub, but still! He is happy, bouncing baby boy.
So, why is it that I still cannot hear a pregnancy announcement without Gus moving in? Why is it that even when I don't know the person well, it still irritates me that they are pregnant? It's especially bad if I know that they "weren't even trying" or "we got pregnant the first month" they tried.
Do I wish infertility and all of its hell on people? Absolutely not.
So, I ask again, what in the world is the matter with me?
Does anyone else out there have a Gus? And what do you do about yours?