| Worry about your own life, you nosy ignoramus... |
It's only the fertile ones that continue to ask: so? when will there be babies? And my reply is usually something really non-committal, like 'when it happens, it happens' or 'what will be, will be.'
Que-fucking-sera.
(OOPS! And there's the first curse word on the blog. I've christened it now. Yet another reason I don't want any of my family putting two-and-two together: I'd be getting panicked phone calls from my mother complaining that her sister had called her and said what a potty-mouth I have, and what kind of a daughter did she raise?) Sigh.
My rant digresses.
You'd *think* that after 3+ years of trying (and most people know we've been trying) they'd figure that shiznit out.
I feel like saying: did the last 3 years warp-speed past you? Haven't you noticed how much time has passed since my last politician-worthy response to your stupid (& fricking personal) questions? Are you that self-involved that you can't piece the puzzle together? D'uh!!!!
I think for some the lights are on, but no one is home...
I just want to scream sometimes. But then I remind myself: these people (presumably) don't know what it's like to have a disease (YES! a disease) like infertility. They walk blissfully through life making babies who make more babies. Ah, yes, the life of a fertile. Well, can't say that I know what that's like.
This 'journey' has taught me one very important thing: to be acutely aware of what I say to couples our age with respect to children. Because, really, you never know who's dealing with infertility (IF).
And I have learned that even the most innocent and best-of-intention questions can hurt like a knife.
So: to all of those family members and friends and the stupid cow of a co-worker who just asked me AGAIN for the zillionth time when I'm going to finally have kids?
PISS OFF.
All in good time, my friend. All in good time. Genius' take more time to create. And me and B? We're planning on creating a superior race of babies. :p
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