Like planning a wedding in through the looking glass.

Pregnancy announcements still get to me.

Why? Because I’m jealous. I’m not even sure we would have done such a thing anyway; it’s more that I was never mentally even in a space where I would have been capable of it.

I wish I didn’t feel this way. It’s so silly.

Pregnancies are like weddings. Yeah, you want them to be nice, but at the end of the day, you’re married either way, and that’s the only thing that really matters. Our son is here. He’s healthy. It’s more than enough.

Now if only my logical brain could convince my emotional brain that that was true.