So, our second beta yesterday was 205, up from 54 on Wednesday. Michelle is super obsessed and googling everything about it, but I’m more concerned about our “friend” (the quotes are because we’ve barely spoken in the last six months, since she hasn’t been very supportive). This is the person who, two days after my first miscarriage and D&C, we hosted a bridal shower and bachelorette party for. And who, after that, never again mentioned it or asked how we were doing (granted several other “friends” were in the same boat). And who, when we mentioned we had now had two miscarriages, said, “well, the one last summer and one more, right.” This was her response upon finding out we had had another miscarriage. As if we were being ridiculously over-dramatic and she needed to make sure we weren’t getting more sympathy than we truly deserved. So, this “friend” is now pregnant. On her second try. And of course, everything is fine and great.
I am having a really hard time. She has been so unsupportive, and made comments about us behind our backs, and here she is with everything. We have been trying to get pregnant longer than she has even known her now-husband. And she’s pregnant first.
It’s as if the world has just reinforced her view that it’s really not that hard, and that we’re making too big of a deal of things, and that we’ve made this harder than it has to be. She thinks we should’ve done IVF a long time ago. Well, “friend” some of us don’t have our daddy to buy us a house and give us everything we’ve ever wanted. Some of us don’t have $12,000 to throw down on something that’s still no guarantee. But of course she got pregnant on schedule right when she wanted to. Today’s Facebook post from her? “First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes baby in a baby carriage.” I guess for some, it really is that simple.
I will say that this experience truly let’s you know who your real friends are.