after my appointment i squeezed my fat ass into some new clothes and brought M around on our daily playground/playdate run. no time to be upset. thankfully i have the best little guy to get me through these times. i do not want to cry or be sad in front of him. he deserves a fun mom who will tickle and chase him around the sandbox.
then some stupid moronic mother starts chatting me up with her 3-month old snuggled in her bjorn and her 17-month old wobbling around the playground. and what is she saying as i silently nod my head and try my best to appear aloof and completely disinterested? she is saying what a royal pain in the ass it is to have 2 small children so she is putting them in pre-school/day care FULL TIME so she can work PART TIME and "actually sit down and enjoy a cup of coffee".
and when i said M was only going 2 half days a week she actually said - in complete shock/disgust - "on my god, why??"
look asshole. you got pregnant a month or so before we started trying. and have had TWO children since. i may never have another although i have not stopped trying since. and if i do i will never. ever. ever. complain about how hard it is because INFERTILITY IS HARDER. it is harder than anything i have ever done or been faced with. my whole fucking life is on hold. i am emotionally a mess. i am physically a mess (hence the fat ass noted above). so if i want to spend another year with my only son in the playgrounds, i do not want to listen to you bitch bitch bitch about your children.
of course i did not say that, but i wanted to. and of course i do not expect her to know that a complete stranger is struggling with IF, but give me a break. no one wants to hear anyone complain about their kids. especially at the playground by some bitch in chanel loafers.
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