I hope the universe is laughing

The universe is having a laugh with me today. Knowing that I'm on my way to meet my heavily pregnant friend for lunch, AF has dished up some lovely cramps and backache just to let me know she's on her way. As my friend waddles over, I am all too well aware that my baby chances are over for this month.

It's been 6 months of babydancing now and nothing. No BFP, not even a faint evap line that could be seen if I squint and hold it sideways out the window. Zilch. Who knew it would be this hard?

After 13 years of desperately trying not to get pregnant, the irony of all those false alarms and panicked morning after pills is not lost on me. It's really quite funny, in a black humour, makes you want to cry kind of way.

To top it off my lunch partner got pregnant by accident. No crossed fingers, OPKs, symptom spotting or obsessively peeing on sticks. Just like that.

As we munch chips together and laugh about her husband's embarassing questions in birthing classes I can't help thinking I'd put up with the embarassing questions, slight waddle and craving for soft cheese, if it was just my turn.