Being Honest

I'm not always so open and honest when it comes to very private aspects of my life. I don't like to share other people's stories and if I do, it's rare that I'll use their names. A few months ago, I opened up to a friend that we were trying to get pregnant. We kinda figured it would take a while (well, I was told by my doc it would take a while) so we decided to try before the wedding.

I know, we're a little nuts. It's OK - it's now after the wedding and we're still trying.

What I opened up about was the fact that I WAS pregnant and miscarried.

Ya know how people believe you can't get pregnant on the first try - well, you can. Only mine didn't stick. At the time, I wasn't so distraught over it but as time went on and I became a little more open with my friends - I actually became sad.

At first I was pissed at their reactions ("You guys can't wait a few months?" "What would your parents say if you got pregnant BEFORE the wedding?!?!"). Then, reality set in and I realized it really would take a while for us to get pregnant.

Now we're married - still trying to conceive - and I'm watching my friends' bellies grow with their second or third child.

I know it'll happen when it's supposed to but it doesn't stop me from wondering WHEN it'll happen. I guess I just need to have a little faith.