I hate jealousy – it rears its ugly had so often and destroys people and relationships. However, I can’t help but let the green-eyed jealousy monster take over whenever I hear about friends and their children visiting the mall Santa, or decorating the tree with their little ones.
I have a few friends who are pregnant and they have their ultrasound photos posted on Facebook for everyone to see – and I love to see it, don’t get me wrong, I am so happy for my friends, they are 100% deserving of this special time, but I am jealous. I want to stand in line and wait for Santa, I want to bake cookies with a little one making a mess and I really want to see the smiles on a child’s face when they realize Santa has come. All this fun that my friends are having, I’m happy for them, but inside it hits me like a Mac truck me every time I hear or read about it.
I’m a horrible person, I know. Maybe not horrible, but foolish. My time will come right? When Koko is ready to be mine, he or she will here to love me and me them, and I will be the lucky one. Sure, I know! But I feel like my patience is wearing thin.