I couldn't get pregnant, and confided my depression about it in my closest friend at work who was single and didn't want kids. She got pregnant to one up me a few months later.
She had always had a competitive nature, but didn't think this was something to compete over, especially since she didn't want kids. The next day after I broke down and told her I was depressed that it had been years and couldn't get pregnant, she was talking about how cute of a baby she would make. The next week she started fucking this random drug addict, and for WEEKS she kept saying "omg I soooo hope I'm not pregnant, he totally came in me last night and I'm not on birth control." I would say why didn't you take a plan b pill and get on birth control, and she would just avoid the question. And she would say that all the time! If you are so worried about getting pregnant you would just be thankful you didn't get knocked up the first time and start birth control, but no this went on for months.
She would also say "omg I wanted to throw up soooo bad this morning" trying to insinuate she might be pregnant. Then in a few weeks she would bitch that she had cramps and ask if I had a tampon. And of course in a couple weeks she would be sooooo sick every morning again.
Of course after 4 years of trying for me, she got pregnant in like 3 months. She rubbed it in my face everyday. She would invite me to her baby shower and have this smug look on her face when people asked about the baby and pretend I wasn't sitting there hurting. She never asked how I was doing, never reassured me that she knew what I was struggling with and didn't want to hurt me, she would just act like I was being shitty for wanting to avoid her during such a "special time."
I would go home and cry to my husband everyday that I felt like i was letting him down, that I felt like the universe was playing some sick joke on me, that God hated me, and I almost couldn't stand the pain. It's hard to explain why but it was the most painful thing I've ever been through, imagining a little boy with my husbands eyes or a baby girl with a dress I would make for her. How their handsome daddy would look holding them. It was torture thinking what if I never have that? And to watch her go through all of this everyday. Listen about how she got to see her little peanut for the first time on the ultrasound, what crib she would pick out, her birth plan, how big her belly was getting. I don't know how many times I had to go hide in the bathroom and chant to myself that this will all be over someday.
Maybe she didn't realize what she was doing, she seemed to admire the loving relationship my husband and I have, and our calm life, while she was busy getting beat up by some jealous boyfriend or filling the loneliness with someone she didn't really like much. Maybe she just wanted to fast track and get on the path to family life and commitment. Totally irresponsible thought to USE a baby to try to calm your life down instead of calming down to prepare for a baby, and totally without regard to my feelings to do it in the way she did.
This story has a happy ending tho! After she had the baby she got sent to jail or something, she got sucked into selling dope for her man or something idk we all warned her about that with him and she didn't listen. She lost her job. He went to prison I think. And best of all....
As I am writing this I am FINALLY 4 months pregnant! My husband and I bought a crib today. We shopped for boys and girls cloths at a thrift store because we don't know the sex yet but they were like $0.50 and we couldn't wait. Karma really is a bitch, and it's amazing how things can turn around if you hang in there through the tough times.