I have to admit something…
The only thing that makes me jealous is … pregnancy. Not jealous so much as -wanting it again. Envious. Wanting that feeling of new life again.
It’s so crazy. I don’t feel that way about people getting married or getting great jobs – but pregnancy – with their first or second or even third… I feel pangs. I guess because it was the first purest joy I experienced, as an adult. It was such a rush of hope and love and promise…. and then of course, there’s the greatest reward on the other side – your baby. Pregnancy was the first excitement that exceeded all expectations and still does.
Just thought I should share.