So I finally had the dreaded lunch with my pregnant friend that I had been putting off for some time now. In case you follow, I posted about her a few months back (Is It Bad…) since she failed to take my situation into account before telling me. Selfish, maybe, but I don’t care. But back to lunch. I had a delicious hamburger and fries with strawberry shortcake for dessert. It was very good. But I really didnt’ logon to tell you about what I ate :-).
We went through the formalities, how are you, how the hubs, fam, work, etc. And then she started in. “I just don’t know what I am going to do when this baby comes. I mean, I had no idea I would get pregnant the first month I went off the pill. I just really wasn’t anticipating this. If I had known, I would have put it off for a few more months, maybe even a year. It’s just really put a wrench in things.” Deep breathe. Yes, she went there. And since she was treating me to lunch and comping my parking (don’t worry, I do the same for her since we both have access to restaurants), I really didn’t have the heart to lay into her or make her feel like crap for complaining to me. See I’m not that selfish :-).
Somehow I was able to brush it off and continue the lunch and we left on good terms. But that annoying conversation is still nagging me. Thoughts of what I could have said keep running through my head.
- Oh I’m sorry you didn’t understand what going off the pill meant.
- You know, there are plenty of women who would give their left nut to be in your situation.
- You could always let a deserving person adopt your baby and give them a better life than the one you are dreading.
Alas, I said nothing. Why on earth do people think their lives are going to come to a complete stop once they have a child? Don’t they realize how blessed they are to be able to get pregnant at the drop of a dime and to be able to complete their family for free? Dont’ they realize a lack of sleep is only temporary during those few good years where you get to hold and coddle your little one before they get too big and don’t want to snuggle anymore? I guess not.
I still stick to my thought process that those who suffer from IF will be better moms hands down than any woman who hasn’t because we don’t take those things for granted and appreciate all the small things that come our way. Sleep or not.