Within five minutes of getting home from work today Tim tells me that his friend B got his girlfriend pregnant.
Three weeks ago B had a heart to heart with Tim about how he wasn't sure if things were working with his GF and now suddenly everything is all flowers and sunshine and baby baby baby.
This is the third "accident" in as many months among friends and I'm not sure how much more "good news" I can take. We've been trying unsuccessfully for two years while everyone else is Oops, I'm pregnant.
I'm ashamed to admit that I'm more jealous than you could possibly imagine and I'm not happy for them at all.
When Tim told me I went in the other room and cried. I hate that I'm acting this way, but I can't seem to stop myself.