I feel weird about writing this at all, scared of judgement and scared of hurting anyone’s feelings. My story includes a miscarriage. Our baby stopped growing and I ended up having a D and C. The months afterward were horrible. Not just because of the emotional pain and the sadness, but also because of the intense and overwhelming jealousy. I couldn’t control it and it made me feel so awkward and ashamed, and I hated myself for feeling this way.

I remember the day my sister told me she was pregnant. My initial reaction was not to be happy, but instead to be tremendously jealous and upset. I know she knew I wasn’t happy, and looking back I feel like crap about that, but at the time I couldn’t think of anything other than how incredibly sad I was for myself. Ugh, it makes me feel so ashamed now, but I literally couldn’t control it then. But when my nephew was born, I was shocked at how happy I was. He was perfect and she was so happy and all of a sudden I didn’t feel any emotional pain surrounding her pregnancy.

Fast forward to now. I have two amazing and beautiful children and I thought I had gotten over that jealousy. I was wrong. The situation depends. Some ladies announce and I am overjoyed for them, excited for them to join the mommy club. For my loss mommies, I am almost always happy. When my sister announced her pregnancy, I was thrilled for her. And then today I got word that a close friend is pregnant again, and my initial reaction was a pit in my stomach and that burning glow of jealousy. Behind the jealousy I am genuinely happy for her. She is a loss mom friend, and I think that I can admit my jealousy has nothing to do with her actually being pregnant, but more so that she will potentially have a third child in the coming months. And I do so hope it works out for her, I really do. I love this woman and she deserves as much happiness as she can get. But that awful jealous emotion still sits there for me, making me feel like a bad person.

It’s strange how our minds work. How hard it is to control something like an emotion that you would just rather not feel. It’s hard being a part of the loss community. It’s hard that it is three years later and I still have these emotions bubbling up to the surface to make me relive an awful period in my life. I hope that I can learn to send these emotions away, especially because they are unwanted and even shameful.