Batman's friend (you know, the one that got married this summer? apparently I didn't blog about it.) called him up yesterday and announced they were pregnant. After only 3 months of "trying." Lovely.
Why is it that I can't *just* be happy for people when they get preggo? He is a really good friend! Why is my happiness for them always laced with bitterness?
Oh right, I can't get (or stay) pregnant...