Attack of the Fertiles

Lord please help me.

I finally spoke to my maid of honour. It only took three weeks and I tried really hard to avoid having to talk to her, but I did. Part of me was hoping that she was being cowardly, but no, she was just clueless. She spent most of our conversation giving me some completely clueless fertility advice.

Yes, fertility advice girls.

So for all of you infertiles out there, here's the holy grail:

1) When you get pg, don't have sex for a REALLY long time. Apparently there were six pg women around her that all lost their babies because they got it on with their mates.

2) Don't think about getting pg. If you think about it, it won't work. She has a friend at work that had the "same surgery" as I did and she stopped thinking about getting pg and guess what? She's pg! Wow!

Yes, she actually said both things to me. I was glad that I only have 8 minutes to talk because I was ready to lose my mind. I also asked her why her husband who made her get an IUD gave in to having a second. Apparently it was the work of their daughter (my goddaughter) who constantly begged for a sibling. And guess what, it only took a month to get pg, not the ten it took for her first.

Honestly, there is no justice.

I hope that I've bought some time until the next phone call. She's due at the end of the month so she will be busy and since she is so self-absorbed I don't think that it will occur to her that she should call me back.

Btw, I didn't mention to her that I'm Peak +14 today (although she was fishing for an answer as to whether or not we had a successful cycle). I don't POAS ever since the last time I did I got my period the next day. If I make it to Peak +17 (which will be miraculous), then perhaps I will POAS, but only then. My only symptoms are extreme tiredness and the worst grumpies that I have ever had. I asked my class this week what they would do if I started to cry in front of them! They weren't even being bad, but they were just being so annoying!

I digress.

We just got back from my fertile best friend's house. We had dinner over there since Mr. JB hadn't met the new baby yet. It's definitely easier to be around the little guy now that he isn't a newborn. I even held him for a little while, which is a HUGE thing. At least her older kids love me to bits (her older son cuddled with me on the couch while we played W.ii and he always says that he loves me!). My bf and I talked about my ridiculous conversation with my MOH and she tried to stick up for her. When I told her about what she actually said, she agreed that my MOH is just clueless.

Like I've said before, at least my fertile best friend told me that she was expecting AND I knew that she wanted to have a bunch of kids. She didn't go through the charade of pretending that she didn't. I expected her to get pg with her third child and she was visibly anguished when she gave me the news. But at the end of it all, she still gets pg when she thinks about it.

I'm so jealous right now.

Needless to say, I'm feeling extra special barren right now. I haven't felt like this in a long time.

I need to go to bed or eat chocolate or maybe eat chocolate in bed!

I need prayers girls. Lots and lots.