I, like many of you, am about to embark on a Thanksgiving sojourn to visit friends and family. My trip includes 2 cities. I’m spending the first part of the long weekend with my close friend and her husband, baby, toddler, and a house full of additional strays (both human and animal). Next, I’m driving to my home town to see my family and staying with different friend , her family, and her baby bump (her 3rd). I will also be visiting my due date twin and her brand new daughter born earlier this month.
Until yesterday I failed to note the perfect storm of this baby trifecta. Yes, I made the plans. I even specifically asked to stay at the pregnant friend’s house since my dad’s guest room is taken, but the trip came together over a few weeks of calendar shifting and phone calls, and I forgot to notice the abundance of babies and pregnancy I’m about to inflict on myself. I often see all of these people in my trips back home, but I stay with my sister or dad, not the pregnant friend, and this is the first time I’ve been back since the due date twin baby was born. I did this to myself. Fuck
My game plan:
drink-in abundance and often
be helpful
try to genuinely enjoy myself
not beat myself up for acknowledging that it sucks to be barren, and I’m allowed to be jealous
drink
Any words of wisdom? Stories of comiseration? Drink recipes?
Here from Stirrup Queens… uh well words of wisdom… hmmm you aren’t alone? I am turning 30 I’ve have POF for a few years now. I don’t like it much at all really. At the moment I am finding it really really not fun at all. I guess that covers commiseration. As for drinks, I’ve become much less picky, but an interesting one is posted over at Niobe’s blog (http://deadbabyjokes.blogspot.com/2008/11/fire-proof.html) that looks fun to try, although the flame bit might not be suited for drinking near small children, unless you want a bit of space:)
It sounds like you have a really challenging few days ahead. Your game plan looks great. I really like the one on trying to genuinely enjoy yourself, and I think part of that is being your self which unfortunately if you are at all like me includes knowing that it sucks to be barren big time and we’re allow a bit of jealous now and then because that is part (just part) of who we are.
That was exactly what I did. Drink and try to detach. It seemed to work, as I’m home now and don’t seem to be suffering any unusual after-effects.
I think the key may be to arrange those visits like a drive-by. The shorter the better.
I don’t know about you, but I’m very, very glad to be home.