Thursday, February 10, 2011

Oh My God!

Mournful-Maura ... I'm still plodding along completely unpregnantly with frequent well-timed non-contracepted s.ex to keep my hopeyheart alive. Maybe that ought to read dopeyheart. Whatever.

The other night as the Big Guy and I watched an ad that featured cute toddler twins in boy/girl nappies, tBG turned to me and sighed. He told me how sad he was that we weren't having a baby. How much he had hoped to meet our child. All in the past tense, a done deal so to speak. Blerk.

We're not having a baby peeps. I don't like that reality. Not one bit. When will I stop giving pregnant women dagger eyes and muttering 'you're so lucky' under my breath when we pass each other? When will I look at/hold a baby and be happy for baby love without feeling like crying simultaneously? When will it stop?

Being on holidays was awesomely distracting - and I can't remember seeing ANY pregnant Italian women. Can't I stay away on holidays?

Giggling-Gertie ... yesterday the Little Guy ran out on our back verandah to take some of his laundry inside. He ran so fast and as he passed the back door handle he snagged the arm of his white dress-up shirt and practically pulled himself off his feet. He scraped his arm and was in tears, very very sad when he suddenly looked at his shirt. In a tone that ought to be reserved for noticing that your arm is hanging out of the socket and there's blood gushing everywhere, he cried, "OH MY GOD! MY SHIRT!!!!" It was hilarious and I found it incredibly difficult to remain consolatory whilst wanting to roll on the ground laughing. When talking about it with tBG later, I cried laughing, it was that funny. I wish I could have taped him saying it so you could hear the horror in his voice.



  1. I am so sorry that the sting of IF is still haunting you. thinking of you...

  2. Those pictures are fabulous. I am also sorry that baby discussions are in the past tense. It's not a reality anyone wants to face in this situation. I think holidays are perfectly great for just this thing.

    Now for booking my own getaway and pray that German ladies oblige by also not being pregnant. :

  3. Hilarious about the dress shirt whiplash. He sounds like such an earnest, sweet little guy. I bet it was hard to put a lid on the smiles:)

    And, God, how I wish things were different for you and tbg on the baby front. Can I say it? There's a part of me that hopes (even expects) that one day I'll see a title come up for your blog, and it will be something along the lines of "You ladies won't believe it...". I don't know. I'm obstinate. Medicine only knows so much. It doesn't have explanations for why certain things happen, or don't. And as long as the egg drops, I just have to believe there is a chance. (I write that not wanting to be a purveyor of false hope...more just considering things in a common sense light).

  4. Adele said exactly what I wanted to say. But much more eloquently than I could have.

    And Rome. Beautiful.

  5. Oh Adele is eloquent and wise as ever. What she said. :)Actually I thought that the OMG title was going to be it.

    Because I am the same, I am papagraph #1. And I have had similar conversations to para #2 with DH and it is the epitome of sad. I do so understand how you are feeling.

    And photos, beautiful photos! I am sorry you can't stay away on holidays forevah.


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