Ladies- I know I have said before that I am not and have never been super emotional about my diagnosis. I expect things to stay that way, but I did want to mention the confusing thoughts I have been experiencing since becoming an aunt for the first time yesterday. My brand new nephew was born at the hospital that I work at, so I was able to go visit him on the same day, which was amazing, but terrible at the same time. He is a cutie. I held him and immediately started to think about me. Seeing babies or people who have babies doesn't usually make me angry, but all I could think in that hospital room and on the way home were what now sound like the most selfish thoughts ever. Because it is supposed to be all about them. All about the baby and the Mom and the Dad and the cute pictures and gurgling and squinting and screaming. But my brain could only think about -How I will never have kids. -How they are luckier than me (because this stupid disease seems to be based on nothing...