Two-day warning.

I thought I’d just warn everyone that today, I got my two-day warning. It’s the headache I get two days before my period arrives.

untitledhusband and I have been trying to get pregnant for a year now, and I’m tired. I’m tired of the grandmas dropping hints about wanting another grandchild. I’m tired of co-workers and even complete strangers asking how many kids I have, and if I plan on having more. I’m tired of packing away untitledson’s baby things, not knowing if I should be saving them or giving them away. And yes, I’m tired of writing posts that’ll make everyone laugh when I feel like doing just the opposite. I’m sure I’ll be back to my old self in a day or two. But for now, I just can’t pull out the funny. I hope you understand.

11 thoughts on “Two-day warning.”

  1. YOU. OWE. NO. ONE. ANYTHING. Not grandkids or nieces or nephews. Please take care of yourself. Don’t let anyone pressure you or ask questions or drop hints that are none of their damned business. There’s no pressure to be funny, either. Have a glass of wine and shut the world off for a bit. We’ll be here when you get back.

  2. Do what you need to do in order to take good care of yourself. No worries on your humour or wit, I think folks respond to human-ness more than anything.

  3. Sometimes I feel like it is my job to make people laugh, too. And sometimes I just don’t have the energy to do it because I’m dealing with things that just bring me down. And sometimes it takes someone else to point out that the life you lead is led purely for you, and no one else. Not your readers, co workers, friends, family. It is purely untitledlife.

  4. I hope your sadness fades. I have felt it and had those unthinking comments from people that love me. It is a crappy feeling when you just want to scream QUIT ASKING ME IF I AM PREGNANT-I WILL TELL YOU WHEN IT HAPPENS! They are trying to be supportive but they just dont get it!

  5. I say post whatever the hell you want. Don’t forget that when you do get pregnant, and you will because I slipped the keeper of cosmic karma a twenty, that everyone you know will have thier “suggestion” on what to name untitledinfant. This drove me and my wife insane. It never ends. As far as my suggestion for a name? Well, I’ll have to agree with comedian Dave Attel “I’m going to name my kid PizzaPussySanta because everyone likes at least one of those” Hang in there.

  6. Your kind words and gentle encouragement mean the world right now. I’m going to the infertility doc on Friday, and I’m taking all your positivity with me.

  7. I second what wordgirl says.

    You could also say what we said to the assorted “askers” before we had kids: “Every time you ask, we put it off for one more year.”

    Feel better….

  8. Not to inject false hope, but I got my premenstrual migraine the first month I was pregnant. (My other migraines are on the left side of my head, PMS ones are always on the right.) I felt crampy and cranky, too. Keeping my fingers crossed for you! –Jennifer

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