Attack of the baby bumps

Everywhere I go lately, there are babies and families and pregnant women.

They never bothered me before. In fact, I don't even think I noticed them. But now, it seems that the universe is conspiring against me.

I've had enough of all these happy families, with a baby in a giant-assed stroller and 5 other gorgeous kids in tow. I know, I know, one day we will be one of them, but right now, it's painful.

I'm tired of women with giant baby bumps surrounding me at the grocery story. The other day there were no less than 4, all with their bellies popped out like they were going to deliver at any moment.

It's annoying that when I am reading blogs, and am about to visit a site about waiting to adopt or infertility and then the blog loads and I'm facing a photo of a newly birthed miracle.

I know I'm supposed to be happy for all of them. And I usually am. But right now, I'm uber sensitive.

I never wanted these things before. I didn't envy women waddling around with swollen ankles. I didn't want to take on fertility measures to grow our own genetic wunderkind. In fact, the though of being pregnant kind of creeps me out. But seeing all these babies everywhere, (and I know I am assuming that they were all easily conceived) makes my heart hurt.

I think my mommy genes have kicked into full throttle. We are still ecstatic about adoption--that hasn't changed at all. It's the waiting and not knowing how long it will take us to get through this process is messing with my brain. And these women seem to have it so easy. Perhaps I'm jealous of the perceived ease of their process as compared to the paperwork driven adoption process?

I dunno.

In the meanwhile, I need to figure out how to handle all those preggos at the grocery store.