This brought tears to my eyes this morning: other women.
Maybe it’s the scene. I have a hard time picturing myself at my sister’s wedding, which will be almost exactly a year from now. Once recently Mike said, “maybe we’ll be pregnant by then,” and I almost clawed his face off because DUDE, DON’T SAY THAT. Not that I think anything could be jinxed or un-jinxed, of course…but…dude, just don’t say that. I still can’t picture it.
Random people ask. It’s so…gauche. But it happens. Been a while since my uncle pried; he’s good at that. “So when you going to have one?” Really? I mean…no. The “do you have kids?” version is at least not based on an assumption that I should…it still stings, if it comes with that sadface piteous look once I answer, but it’s not as bad as WHEN. Because I DON’T KNOW. And also, it’s NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS. I mean, obviously, many people know what I’ve been going through slash up to – I’m not a private person; that’s just not going to happen. But to be so oblivious….to walk up to a woman while holding your own baby and just demand information about a near stranger’s family planning plans? Wow. I don’t get it. Apparently, a lot of other people don’t either.