*EDIT* I have to preface this by saying I'm just one of those people with a naturally guilty conscience. No one has done/said anything to make me feel bad. My point is that I don't think anyone in particular is jealous (good Lord - of me and large butt and student loan debt?) or anything. I just know how I felt when I wanted *this* and didn't have it. I guess it's an internal conflict that I can now articulate. And I realize this disclaimer might be almost as offensive as the post.
When The Targo and I had already been dating for forty-million years, I remember being frustrated that everyone around me was getting married. (My horribly immature envy is documented here.) Now, I live in a city, so most of my friends here either married in their late 20s or are still single. But, no one I knew had been with their significant other and dating exclusively for 5 years and still remained unengaged/unmarried. Of course, being an insecure-type-woman, I wondered what was wrong with me.
Fortunately, I beat The Targo into submission and we got engaged in February 2006, five plus years after our first date. We got married in November 2006, six years and two weeks after that same date. Was it worth the wait? Absolutely. I've definitely gotten to that point where the time before he was in my life is a blur.
The reason I was thinking about this is a post that Amalah wrote yesterday. She talked about how everyone is having babies and how hard, even though they're happy and excited, it probably is for people experiencing infertility or singles who really want children.
TMI: I got pregnant the first month The Targo and I were trying. I didn't expect it to happen so quickly - and he most certainly didn't. Frightening emergency room visit aside, this was my biggest reason for wanting to wait to tell people. I felt like I would be rubbing my good fortune in the faces of others. (The faces of faceless others? Hmm...but still.)
I'm a dork. I want people to like me, despite my crazy cat lady ways. So, interweb, I really hope I've not made anyone feel bad through my good fortune. I can almost guarantee that my life is going to be beyond stressful come December 2007/January 2008. I'll be that frantic mother who tries to balance working full-time with being a good parent. Or, feeling my heart torn out as I drop an infant off at daycare and pray to God I don't leave him or her in the car because I'm so sleep-deprived.
Bottom line, I'm sorry if my obnoxious baby ticker or my excitement hurts or offends anyone. I hope that you can join in my and The Targo's joy as we make this journey.