A friend of mine, who knows about my struggle with IVF and adoption stuff, can be somewhat of an arse. Today, he was trying to get out of some work thing we all hate, but we all have to go to. When I said, “why do you think you don’t have to go?” He replied, “I have a baby.”
I laughed and told him that he also had a stay at home wife and to get over his self.
What I should have said was:
I had to go to this exact same function last year, with my purse full of tampons and pads that were barely keeping the menstruation cylce that I’d paid $15,000 for from ruining my clothes and announcing my failure to get pregnant to the world, all while trying not to cry and smiling at everyone’s lame jokes and mild complaints about being there.
Okay, so I guess my first reply was better. But sometimes, writing mean thoughts down helps.
I saw a quote today at yoga that I’m going to try to remember: “Before you speak, ask yourself, Is is kind? Is it necessary? Does it improve the silence?” Seems like a good thing to remember. Now, if i could just keep my brain from thinking snarky replies.