Anyhoo, back to coming out. I was on the phone with my mom and whilst lamenting our housing crisis, blurted out, "Oh it's official. I'm infertile." She was stunned, I think. I'm guessing stunned due to the fact we started talking about houses again.
She called back a couple days later and apologized for not reacting more on the phone and starting asking questions. I had to explain that the doctor didn't actually tell me I'm infertile but we're looking at a lot of medical hand-holding to get this ute knocked up. This was also paired with the announcement that B and I are actually trying to procreate. This is an announcement my parents have been waiting for. We've been coy about it-
"Oh you know. Maybe some day.... la la la." ..... Even though we'd already been trying.
Too bad the long-awaited announcement had to be paired with an infertility announcement. Actually, they took it beautifully. And telling them felt like getting rid of a ginormous weight. It really just made me wonder why I hadn't told them earlier. Except that maybe I was hoping it might happen for us naturally and I would just be able to announce a pregnancy, without all the other bad news. No two-sided coin. Just a one-sided baby-smiling engraved coin.
"It really just made me wonder why I hadn't told them earlier. Except that maybe I was hoping it might happen for us naturally and I would just be able to announce a pregnancy, without all the other bad news."
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Good for your parents for being supportive and not all passive-aggressive question-y about it. Mine are the same way and I'm grateful every day for it. I had to draw the line, though, when my dad emailed me asking about my husband's "SEMAN" (sic - both caps and spelling.)
I really enjoy your blog! It's tough to be funny under stressful circumstances but you make it work!