We're back at our temporary home with other friends, the weekend of torture is over.
It wasn't that bad, I'm just being a bit dramatic.
The whole time I was there, I was trying to think of a way to turn it into a positive experience for me. I think I managed to do it because I reached a point where I felt genuinely happy for the expecting couple, they seem to be such lovely people, I'm sure they deserve all the joy and happiness that their baby will bring them.
And then I realised that seeing our pregnant friend just reinforced how much I want the same thing and how excited I will be when my turn comes.
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