I'm not sure how I feel about this situation. I love my friend, and am genuinely happy for her. I wouldn't wish infertility on my worst enemy. I'm not jealous, but I am disappointed that she is pregnant and I'm not. I'm at such a low point that I'm beginning to wonder if I'll ever become pregnant. Being jealous doesn't solve the problem of my infertility, and I know that my time will come, and that my friend will be overjoyed when I tell her that I'm expecting. However, I have a sense of failure that I can't seem to shake.