Bothering...

So I found out tonight that my ex-fiance and his new wife (of August) have had their brand new baby boy. Before I continue, let's do the math.
We broke up in September of last year. It's now October, a year later. What does that tell you? Three months and he already had another girl pregnant. That just makes me feel great.
Anyway, so I tell my mother about this tonight, and she asks me why I care. Well duh! It could have been me! I could be the one in a hospital in Kansas holding a baby! Not only that, I was engaged to him. I thought I was really, really and truly in love with this guy and breaking up with him hurt like hell. I cried for days, and was completely distracted from school work and everything I should have been concentrating on for a long time. Then, less then a month later I'm at a party and I see him and his new girlfriend (who he was also living with) together at a party and I know that they are sleeping together. Then in December or January, I find out their engaged. Then in May I find out that she's already quite a few months pregnant and then today she has the baby! It's barely been a fricken year!
Here's how the romantic year went for me:
September - break up with the ex.
November - start dating a new boyfriend (we'll call this the rebound)
January - break up with the rebound. This was a stereotypical Vix break up where I just stop talking to the guy and he gets frustrated and breaks up with me, or something along those lines. Whatever way you look at it, I realized that this wasn't what was supposed to be happening, and that I wasn't in the relationship for the right reasons.
End of August - (emphasis on 'end of') I meet Navy Boy.
It is now a month and 14 days later and I couldn't be happier with anyone, or anything else. He's in Mississippi right now, and I miss him terribly, but I also know that I am in love with an amazing man.
So okay, it took me about a year to get over this relationship, and honestly, I don't think I'm really fully over it because this baby thing is still really bothering me.