It’s Whiny Wednesday.
Thank goodness, because I’ve been waiting since Moody Monday to get this off my chest.
It’s cold and rainy here. I’ve been fighting a cold all week. And I moved 400 miles to be able to spend more time with my husband, only to have him spend much of the last two weeks (including Valentine’s Day) back where I used to live.
That’s my whine this week; what’s yours?
My whine is about 2 hellish social situations I endured over the weekend. Saturday morning I had brunch with my best girlfriend who is five months pregnant (and a month older than I am). She’s a reminder how I could also be pregnant at 38 years old if only I’d had healthier ovaries or endocrine system or whatever. Older pregnant women activate my “it’s not fair!” neurons.
That night I met up with my SIL and her friends at a wine bar to celebrate her 40th birthday. Out of her 8 or so friends I was the only non-mom. I was hanging tough through topics like “signing up for summer camps” but then the conversation turned to how many more kids everyone planned on having and whether or not they were through having kids. I excused myself and went to the ladies room. Full of red wine and self-pity I cried a little but then pulled myself back together.
So I feel whiny about being infertile and feeling alienated because of it. And I don’t have a non-mom friend who I could call and whine to because all of my friends in town are moms. Whew! This sure is a whiny comment. š
Laura, that’s tough!
My whine is having to spend 7 hours in a meeting with complete jerks who completely did my head in, and I wish I could quit but I can’t because that wouldn’t leave me self-employed any more it would leave me un-employed … but free. Argh.
My whine is that I hate February. It’s cold, it’s dreary, & even though it’s a short month, it’s still pretty damned long in my books. My one consolation is that within the last few years, we’ve gained a long weekend in February. Of course, it HAD to be named “Family Day” (ugh) — but a rose by any other name, etc. etc. I’ll take it. ; )
My whine this week is sitting with a coworker, who knows the infertility journey I have been on (and she has been thru herself which ended in adopting 2 children), and still has the nerve to say “so, are you going to adopt?” I looked up at her, with a straight face and said, “no”. She ended the conversation (before it started).