The Grass Isn't Always Greener

It's weird. Over the last week three of my pregnant friends have given birth and I find myself wishing I was in their shoes. At the pool, I eyed the moms with the biggest pregnant bellies with envy thinking of how close they must be to their due dates.

Then, at Wal-Mart, I ran into a friend who just miscarried. She was exactly four weeks ahead of me and pregnant with her first child. As I hugged her and told her I was praying for her, I suddenly realized that she would give anything to be dealing with nausea right now.

Then I came home and tried on some items from a bag of clothes someone gave me. Five pair of skinny jeans from the Gap that I probably won't fit in by the time it's cool enough to wear them, some cute capris, and a couple of shirts that also fit great now. I looked at my skinny self in the mirror and began to rethink the whole big, round belly thing.

Sometimes I get so focused on the other person's lawn that I forget to take a look at how green mine is.