So friends, my inaction has caused the saga of my fertile maid of honour to continue.
While we were in Montreal my cell phone rang and I saw that it was her -- she did call Tuesday or Wednesday of last week and I didn't do anything about it. When we got home last night there was also an e-mail from her in my inbox asking where I was and that she was getting worried.
I know that it's unavoidable that I have to call her.
And I also know that being nice JellyBelly that I won't tell her off and say that I'm so disappointed that she didn't have the courage and the tact to tell me herself that she had gotten pregnant.
I'm also not going to ask how she convinced her husband that made her get an IUD that she wanted to have a second child.
I have to be the bigger person in this one, I know.
I would much rather yell, scream and cry, but that's just not me.
Swallowing one's pride is not easy, especially when one is so incredibly angry and disappointed.
Btw, while we were in Montreal we visited St. Joseph's Oratory. I really wanted to go because there's a place where you can write your intentions for St. Joseph and you can pray for them in front of St. Joseph's oil. I really hope that my prayers for all of us IF'ers come through soon.
p.s. Although I'm exhausted, I am absolutely over the moon that my D.uke Bl.ue De.vils won the N.CAA Cha.mpionship last night. I was so excited that I could barely sleep! Woohoo!