Friday, September 21, 2007

bitter ramblings

My puppy doesn't have cancer. *phew*
The vet called this morning and all is well. I wasn't entirely worried, but there's always that nagging in the back of my head anyway. I'm relieved.
He still looks funny with shaved spots & stitches all over the place but he doesn't even seem to notice. I think he heard the vet say "E collar" and decided to behave. Stitches come out next week.

In the world of infertility, pretty much nothing new. My period came and went w/o much incident. My cramps were actually lighter than normal. Not sure why, but I'm certainly not complaining.

We're strictly forbidden from TTC this month since I have my SHG on Tuesday. That's likely the day I'll ovulate, so it's pointless anyway. We'll live.

Emotionally, I'd say I'm somewhere in the middle. My thoughts are filled with what it would be like to be a mother.

On the way home from work I was remembering a conversation I had with my husband probably 2 years ago. I don't even think we'd started TTC yet. I asked him if he thought he'd cry when our baby was born. He's the strong silent type. He looked at me like I was crazy. Of COURSE he wouldn't. When I mentioned a friend of his who still tears up when mentioning his son's birth, he scoffed. His friend is the sensitive type. David would never succumb to such nonsense.

Of course, we didn't know the path we'd be traveling then. I've since seen my husband cry simply seeing our first baby's heartbeat on a screen. I've listened to him ask about our wee grain of rice and tell me how he loves me and our little bean. And of course, we've never made it past 8 weeks. If he's such a sap already, I have a feeling he'll cry if/when we manage to actually birth a live one.

I got so emotional just thinking about the possibility of that day I started bawling in the car. Of course, I got home and he promptly annoyed the shit out of me and ruined the moment. Such is married life.

I did have an amusing bitter bitch moment at work yesterday. A coworker is pregnant. (Isn't EVERYone?) She'd informed me they were trying for #2 about a month after my first miscarriage. She was actually the first person that I ever had verbal diarrhea with. She heard all about how we'd been trying and I just had a miscarriage - all in a span of about 10 seconds. I walked away feeling like a moron. She lost her first baby as well, so I think that's what made me spew senselessly.

Anyway, she had come to tell me it didn't work 1st try (as it had with her first two pregnancies) and then I hadn't heard anything else. I assumed she was pregnant based on her silence. Three months later I was proved correct. She's now about 7 months pregnant.

The two coworkers on either side of me were debating how far along she was. I informed them she was 7 months. They both looked at me as if to say "And how do YOU know?" I just laughed and said "I'm acutely aware of all pregnant women. Ask me anything." I got a twisted amount of pleasure in the uncomfortable silence that followed.

Sometimes I do enjoy my bitterness. I figure I'm uncomfortable all the time. Let some other people be. I also find it amazing how uncomfortable just the allusion to my infertility can make people. Fuck it.

Speaking of bitter, I'll be spending the weekend with my MIL. (I'm bitter, not her.) I think it will be okay. I do believe she's sensed my discomfort with some of her comments (and lack thereof.) She's actually written me two letters in the last month. In both she mentioned how we hadn't had the chance to talk recently.

The last time we did talk, she questioned why I was off work for so long and I said quite flatly "I was having the never ending miscarriage." with that tone that says "are you stupid?" Apparently she's in the no-big-deal camp.

Again- Fuck that. Honestly, for all the hell I'd have to go through to get off work for as many doctor's appointments as I had, it was pointless to go to work. Never mind the fear of hemorrhaging at any given moment since they kept saying it was imminent. All of which I told her. That seemed to get through to her. She softened and said she didn't know it had been like that. Only her sad tone kept me from adding "That's because you didn't ask."

I know she's never experienced a miscarriage herself, but you'd think she might recognize that as sad as SHE is, we're 1000 times sadder and cut me some slack. Perhaps that's what the letters are about. Maybe she feels the distance between us and knows she's responsible for a good chunk of it and is trying to heal? I guess we'll see how the weekend goes.

In less bitter news- my friend has decided NOT to use the baby girl name we want to use. We had a very, very good talk. The last thing she said to me was that she loved me and would have never considered the name had she realized we wanted it. "Friends don't do that to friends." (This, of course, made me sob.) I may be a bitter bitch, but damn I've got great friends.


--Trish

6 comments:

Fertilize Me said...

Good luck to the weekend with MIL and kudos to your friend. As for the bitternes, it comes and goes. I hope it goes soon

Diana said...

How awesome of your friend to not use the name. WOW, very unexpected.

Do you find you love your MIL but just can't understand why she never asks anything? It sounds like we share the MIL. I am in the bitter starting to ignore her stage. Although there isn't much to ignore.... not like she ever calls us or anything... ok, you've touched a sore spot, can you tell?
I'll stop rambling now...

tryingin2007 said...

I am so happy to hear that your pup doesn't have cancer. it's a horrific dx -- emotionally and financially. adding that to "your plate" would have been beyond cruel.

give him a little belly rub for me! :)

Kristen said...

1.) So happy about your furbaby. Great news!

2.) I get a sick satisfaction from my bitterness too sometimes. I am usually the type of person who is very forgiving and submissive. But when I finally speak up for myself, I feel proud and perhaps a little smug. I can only take so much insensitivity before I blow up in my own way.

3.) So sweet that your DH showed his sensitive side with the baby bean. My DH also acts so macho but when we've lost our babies, I've seen him really lose it. And when we got married, he was the one who cried and I held it together. VERY unusual. I'm usually the emotionally unstable one.

4.) I wish you nothing but the best on Tuesday. I hope the SHG goes well. I'll be thinking of you.

XOXO

Kristen said...

Oh, and I forgot to say that your friend is sooooooo considerate to give up that name. Definitely a keeper!

Marz said...

Glad to hear your puppy doesn't have cancer. It's always a scare with the boxers. One of my gf's boxers is getting all lumpy & they say it's not cancer. My boxer was bad for that too, however, he did die of cancer. :(

Good to hear about the name, that was sweet of your friend.
Have fun with MIL!