tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36553449642924026282024-02-20T17:40:12.972-08:00The Wonderful World of WishingHannah Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04024244553848568120noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655344964292402628.post-57851214833263046672012-06-11T19:18:00.000-07:002012-06-11T19:18:00.309-07:00It happened.That moment where you want to be happy for your friends, but can't? That happened.<div>
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Let me start by saying I have known since I was 13 that havin' babies was not going to be an easy thing for me to do. For a long time, it didn't bother me. I was living life as a college student, a graduate student, and then a teacher. My now-fiancée and I were just starting a relationship and I didn't have babies on the brain. </div>
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Fast-forward to two days ago. My good friend tells me she's pregnant for the 2nd time in 3 years. Both pregnancies happened the first time they tried. Oh the pain. We are getting married soon and want to start a family, so I have been thinking about that whole "broken uterus" thing a lot lately.</div>
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I so desperately want to be happy for them, but my own selfishness gets in the way. I know i'm not alone in this, but boy does it feel sucky. </div>Hannah Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04024244553848568120noreply@blogger.com1