Oh my goodness where do I start. I have so many pet hates when it comes to dealing with other people and my infertility. I have done a summary below, they aren’t in any order and depending on the day/month/year any of them could be at the top of my list.
- Why is it when I haven’t seen someone for a long time and we say hello to each other, they automatically take their eyes down to my belly. I feel like yelling, NO I’M NOT PREGNANT. It seems to happen to me all the time and I hate it. Maybe they do it to everyone and I’m just sensitive about it…Now it really gets on my nerves.
- The direct questions people feel so comfortable in asking and I feel so uncomfortable in answering. So when are you having kids? Are you having problems? I just feel like asking them “So how is your sex life, how many times a week to you guys “Do It”? I think they just don’t realise how personal their questions are and you are pretty much talking about your sex life. Do you think they would talk openly to me about what happens in their bedroom? I think not. Mind you I haven’t had the courage to ask these questions yet, but it’s very tempting to see what the reaction would be.
- Don’t you just love it when you are sitting around with your friends who are already mothers and the conversation turns to how many kids they are going to have and when they are going to have it, like it is that easy! I feel like piping up and saying “I not fussy I would just settle for one”
- Don’t you just love when people just assume that you already have kids because you are in that age bracket or because you are married! Just like the other day when I went to the Doctors and the receptionist, (I sort of know her, but not really.) said. “So is this an antenatal appointment?” I just looked at her and said No. She then said “Oh I thought you were having another bubba”. Another bubba, I don’t even have one. Then I went to the Chemist the other day to get some worms tablets for my husband (that’s another story) anyway the sales assistant proceed to sell me worm tables for my kids and how often they should have them etc. She didn’t even ask me if I had kids, she just assumed I did, I didn’t correct her; I just nodded at her and let her ramble on.