Congratulations, I Am So Very Angry With You

So I know there is a bigger picture: other people, other families, other countries, other women. But I have my world in perspective. I know what I want. When you get what I want, you piss me off. I'm not in such a great state of mind anyway, but your pregnancy announcement is going to push me over the edge. I haven't quite figured out why I am so very angry at you. Perhaps it is just because you are pregnant. That you already have a beautiful daughter. I know that I am petty enough to be jealous. Or, I could be angry because you cornered me a number of months ago with, "I heard that you were having trouble getting pregnant," because you have had trouble too. You wanted to hear my story and you said that I could talk to you if I ever needed to. You kept up with where we were going as you weren't sure if you would be able to have a second child, due to the fact that the first was a miracle of sorts. I could be angry because I presumed that there was some type of bond between us and that if the time came, you would follow infertile-friend-protocol and pull me aside to tell me that you are pregnant. Not that you would bring a cake into my office and share with all of us at the same time the wonderful news. That could have really irritated me. I have had women I work with that I'm not even close to tell me their news in a more private, caring way. So, even though I work with you and am forced to be civil, I don't have to be nice to you. I definitely don't have to be caring--you sure weren't. But let me tell you just how much I did not need yours great news right now. Congratulations and everything, etc., but please just crawl into a hole and go away (or I might be forced to). That raises the tally to four pregnancies in the year I have worked at this job, and let me tell you what, it is not contagious.