I am sick. I hate being ill in any way. I'm coughing, very chesty, headache, muscle aches, sore throat, voice going up and down and some slight wheezing. Oh, and a runny nose that according to my 16 year old brother, could use a tampon. We had just discussed hockey players using tampons after they break their noses.
So, this is a short but sweet update, but i am going to try to post at least 5 days a week until Christmas.
Bobi
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Sunday, November 21, 2010
Friday, November 19, 2010
Not enough
One day off work is simply not enough for me. One day off until November 28th is inexcusable! I used to get 3 days off a week. Sure i worked 14.5 hour days but I LOVED IT! Now I am in my new position and even on my days off i get calls all day. Although my company did just announce that since i do not get on call pay, i don't have to answer and if it is important enough my staff can call our on call number who actually does get paid to answer the calls. But, even though i told my staff that yesterday, i still received 6 calls from 230 pm until 630 pm when i sent a mass text saying "I AM IN A MOVIE THEATER! WONT BE OUT EVER IF YOU KEEP CALLING ME"
It sounds harsh but i am normally a very receptive and flexible boss. But i am tired of calls every 5 minutes. Yesterday morning at 8:34 am i had 6 missed calls! I AM NOT OUT OF BED YET! And it was over something trivial that if someone thought for a minute, they could have solved their problem.
Anywho, i work at 10 am and my staff will probably call me to wake me up at 830, so i am going to bed. Just thought id stop by to vent.
Well, actually i intended to talk about my day, but i got sidetracked. I promise more to come soon!
Bobi
It sounds harsh but i am normally a very receptive and flexible boss. But i am tired of calls every 5 minutes. Yesterday morning at 8:34 am i had 6 missed calls! I AM NOT OUT OF BED YET! And it was over something trivial that if someone thought for a minute, they could have solved their problem.
Anywho, i work at 10 am and my staff will probably call me to wake me up at 830, so i am going to bed. Just thought id stop by to vent.
Well, actually i intended to talk about my day, but i got sidetracked. I promise more to come soon!
Bobi
Big Meanies!
I think my husband is a big meanie for yelling at our puppy A, but this isn't about him. Or them.
It is about my mother.
And her house.
And the assholes who robbed it.
Yes, someone robbed my poor unsuspecting mother.
She lives in the middle of nowhere. She can only see one other house from her yard. And we have always felt safe. The only thing close to this was when one of my high school boyfriends tried to break in but failed.
So after a family get together at my aunt's house, i drove home, drove right past my moms and was about 8 minutes from arriving home. And my mom calls me. Our conversation goes like this:
Mom: I'm okay. Dont panic. Drive safe. But someone broke into my house.
Me: HAWHAT?
MOM: I just went inside and someone has taken my TV out of my bedroom, i think the computer is still there.
Me: call 911
Mom: Already done they said i need to go out to my car and lock myself inside until they get here.
Me: I will be there in 3 minutes
Mom: Drive safe.
So i drove safe and arrived 8 minutes later after driving just slightly over the speed limit. Of course my mom was near tears on the phone. Which is a feat because my mom is a tough single woman and has been virtually her entire life. (She was married for 4 years but she pretty much supported him and got nothing in return)
When i arrived the police were inside. And her dogs were petrified. Roo, her young beagle was inside with the cop hiding and barking. Juliette, her older beagle, was cowering and shaking outside. And devil dog was I don't even know, being weird somewhere. (Devil dog hates me and i feel the same way towards him. I do know that he was aroused and tried to hump my arm a few minutes after the police left)
The thieves had stolen my mother's not-even-a-year-old-TV, the diamond and onyx earrings that my Grandfather gave my Grandmother in their 20th or 30th year. All of my mom's diamond tennis bracelets. Her pearls. And the most priceless item, my Grandmother's mother's ring. It had 2 gold bands, on the top was her and my Grandfather's birthstones, on the bottom was all 5 of their children. This ring was her mother's day gift about 2 years after my mom was born.
Honestly, my Grandmother's ring is the only thing truly special. (We later found the diamond and black onyx earrings outside by the fence, they had dropped them when they hopped the fence.)
Oh, wait, no, my mother will tell you that 2 important things are missing, my Grandmother's ring, and HER PILLOW CASE! You see, my mother is very particular about her bedding always being perfect. Everything matches. So, since the evil men took her pillow case, she now has matching bottom and top sheets, a coordinated comforter, and matching throw, and ONE PILLOW CASE! The woman is already feeling insecure enough in her own home and now they mess with her bedroom OCD!
Any who, back to normal people issues, my step dad had to leave his mother* and stay at my mom's the other night because of course, she was afraid, and her back door was kicked in.
But, by 6 o'clock tonight you will never know anything ever happened. We have many friends who work construction so Mr. Sexy Construction man came and worked all day Monday so that my mommy's house looks good as new. It just looks strange not having a TV where they clearly should be a TV.
*My step dad can not live with my mother. His own mother has Alzheimer's and his father cannot handle her alone (he is also very ill) so my step dad and his 3 children live with them 5 days a week and go to my mom's every chance they get. It is sad but my step dad is just like that. He even quit his awesome paying job to take a job making $10 an hour working for his uncle just so he can leave at a moments notice if anything happens to his mother, father, my siblings, myself or his sister who has cancer just about everywhere imaginable. He is a great guy. Very self sacrificing. I love him. He is perfect for my mom. Well, kind of, neither of them speaks up for themselves and they are both so giving that sometimes i get mad because i know they are each mad at each other but no one has the balls to say anything.
Oh, and the thieves still have not been caught. But we are looking for idiots here. You see, my mom had Monday off work, so she was going to paint. So all day Sunday she prepped her house. Which means that if the thieves had even made it into her kitchen, they would have noticed that her big TV, her sound system, and all her antique vases, candy dishes, and plain weird glass stuff, was sitting on the table. It is worth much more than the jewelry and TV and pillowcase. Idiots.
Oh, and they are cruel. Her old Beagle Juliette has a broken clavical and is not petrified of strangers. So thanks assholes, ruin the best dog in the world!
So, if you meet cruel, stupid people, please arrest them.
Bobi
It is about my mother.
And her house.
And the assholes who robbed it.
Yes, someone robbed my poor unsuspecting mother.
She lives in the middle of nowhere. She can only see one other house from her yard. And we have always felt safe. The only thing close to this was when one of my high school boyfriends tried to break in but failed.
So after a family get together at my aunt's house, i drove home, drove right past my moms and was about 8 minutes from arriving home. And my mom calls me. Our conversation goes like this:
Mom: I'm okay. Dont panic. Drive safe. But someone broke into my house.
Me: HAWHAT?
MOM: I just went inside and someone has taken my TV out of my bedroom, i think the computer is still there.
Me: call 911
Mom: Already done they said i need to go out to my car and lock myself inside until they get here.
Me: I will be there in 3 minutes
Mom: Drive safe.
So i drove safe and arrived 8 minutes later after driving just slightly over the speed limit. Of course my mom was near tears on the phone. Which is a feat because my mom is a tough single woman and has been virtually her entire life. (She was married for 4 years but she pretty much supported him and got nothing in return)
When i arrived the police were inside. And her dogs were petrified. Roo, her young beagle was inside with the cop hiding and barking. Juliette, her older beagle, was cowering and shaking outside. And devil dog was I don't even know, being weird somewhere. (Devil dog hates me and i feel the same way towards him. I do know that he was aroused and tried to hump my arm a few minutes after the police left)
The thieves had stolen my mother's not-even-a-year-old-TV, the diamond and onyx earrings that my Grandfather gave my Grandmother in their 20th or 30th year. All of my mom's diamond tennis bracelets. Her pearls. And the most priceless item, my Grandmother's mother's ring. It had 2 gold bands, on the top was her and my Grandfather's birthstones, on the bottom was all 5 of their children. This ring was her mother's day gift about 2 years after my mom was born.
Honestly, my Grandmother's ring is the only thing truly special. (We later found the diamond and black onyx earrings outside by the fence, they had dropped them when they hopped the fence.)
Oh, wait, no, my mother will tell you that 2 important things are missing, my Grandmother's ring, and HER PILLOW CASE! You see, my mother is very particular about her bedding always being perfect. Everything matches. So, since the evil men took her pillow case, she now has matching bottom and top sheets, a coordinated comforter, and matching throw, and ONE PILLOW CASE! The woman is already feeling insecure enough in her own home and now they mess with her bedroom OCD!
Any who, back to normal people issues, my step dad had to leave his mother* and stay at my mom's the other night because of course, she was afraid, and her back door was kicked in.
But, by 6 o'clock tonight you will never know anything ever happened. We have many friends who work construction so Mr. Sexy Construction man came and worked all day Monday so that my mommy's house looks good as new. It just looks strange not having a TV where they clearly should be a TV.
*My step dad can not live with my mother. His own mother has Alzheimer's and his father cannot handle her alone (he is also very ill) so my step dad and his 3 children live with them 5 days a week and go to my mom's every chance they get. It is sad but my step dad is just like that. He even quit his awesome paying job to take a job making $10 an hour working for his uncle just so he can leave at a moments notice if anything happens to his mother, father, my siblings, myself or his sister who has cancer just about everywhere imaginable. He is a great guy. Very self sacrificing. I love him. He is perfect for my mom. Well, kind of, neither of them speaks up for themselves and they are both so giving that sometimes i get mad because i know they are each mad at each other but no one has the balls to say anything.
Oh, and the thieves still have not been caught. But we are looking for idiots here. You see, my mom had Monday off work, so she was going to paint. So all day Sunday she prepped her house. Which means that if the thieves had even made it into her kitchen, they would have noticed that her big TV, her sound system, and all her antique vases, candy dishes, and plain weird glass stuff, was sitting on the table. It is worth much more than the jewelry and TV and pillowcase. Idiots.
Oh, and they are cruel. Her old Beagle Juliette has a broken clavical and is not petrified of strangers. So thanks assholes, ruin the best dog in the world!
So, if you meet cruel, stupid people, please arrest them.
Bobi
Thursday, November 18, 2010
sitting here
I am just sitting here. At my computer. So, I figured I would write.
I am currntly so busy with work that tomorrow is my last day off until December. I am trying to appreciate the over time but it is hard. Working 70-80 hours a week is not for the faint of heart. I just keep telling myself that this extra money will help us reach our future.
As for the future, I mean kids. I am confident I will succeed in having a child. It is just a question of when.
So, I will continue to work massive amounts of hours and save my money.
Until I have managed to save, I will try the "natural" "normal" method of getting pregnant and "just relax" which sucks and i doubt will work. The positive is that I work too much to worry about it. So, if I do get pregnant on one of the few times my husband and I have had time to "meet up" I will consider it an amazing blessing.
Bobi
I am currntly so busy with work that tomorrow is my last day off until December. I am trying to appreciate the over time but it is hard. Working 70-80 hours a week is not for the faint of heart. I just keep telling myself that this extra money will help us reach our future.
As for the future, I mean kids. I am confident I will succeed in having a child. It is just a question of when.
So, I will continue to work massive amounts of hours and save my money.
Until I have managed to save, I will try the "natural" "normal" method of getting pregnant and "just relax" which sucks and i doubt will work. The positive is that I work too much to worry about it. So, if I do get pregnant on one of the few times my husband and I have had time to "meet up" I will consider it an amazing blessing.
Bobi
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
I lied.
I lied.
Not Pregnant.
Was so sure.
Very angry.
Very sad.
So i had implantation bleeding and my period didn't even come until after my normal 40 day cycle. And it lasted extra long. So I called my doctor and explained everything.
She said it sounds like a chemical pregnancy.
I never even mentioned it to Gee because well, lets face it, we didn't know. We still don't know for sure. I didn't test until I started bleeding. (i had been so sure that i didn't even test and then when i started bleeding i tested just to make sure.)
So, I am not counting it. It saves my sanity.
Since the last post, which was awhile ago, i have been promoted. And now work constantly. And Gee is going back to school and so am i. I think things are calm. I am not taking clomid. I just cant right now. The side effects were so bad last time that this month i needed a break. And with the new job, i cant be an emotional hot flashing nut job. At least not until things calm down.
I got my tarot cards read. I'm going to have 3 or 4 kids and be moderate financially, not rich but not poor. Oh, and in the next 5 years Gee and i will fall more and more in love.
Now those 3 or 4 kids? She sees a little boy coming up soon, but my "children card" didn't come up for 3 or so years. Soooooo, do i just become very attached to a little boy who i think of as mine or do i have a little boy and just don't have another one for 3 or so years? I don't know that i even believe in this stuff but she knew i was going back to school, that before i met Gee my life was in shambles, and that when we unite we are so strong no one can take us down. And that i was getting promoted.
Then when she read my boss's she knew that my boss had miscarried, she knew that it was stress, she knew that her husband was her rock but things have been turbulent, and that she was quitting. Which is true since my boss is no longer my boss. I took her spot.
Either way, it cost $5 and the money went to charity.
Not Pregnant.
Was so sure.
Very angry.
Very sad.
So i had implantation bleeding and my period didn't even come until after my normal 40 day cycle. And it lasted extra long. So I called my doctor and explained everything.
She said it sounds like a chemical pregnancy.
I never even mentioned it to Gee because well, lets face it, we didn't know. We still don't know for sure. I didn't test until I started bleeding. (i had been so sure that i didn't even test and then when i started bleeding i tested just to make sure.)
So, I am not counting it. It saves my sanity.
Since the last post, which was awhile ago, i have been promoted. And now work constantly. And Gee is going back to school and so am i. I think things are calm. I am not taking clomid. I just cant right now. The side effects were so bad last time that this month i needed a break. And with the new job, i cant be an emotional hot flashing nut job. At least not until things calm down.
I got my tarot cards read. I'm going to have 3 or 4 kids and be moderate financially, not rich but not poor. Oh, and in the next 5 years Gee and i will fall more and more in love.
Now those 3 or 4 kids? She sees a little boy coming up soon, but my "children card" didn't come up for 3 or so years. Soooooo, do i just become very attached to a little boy who i think of as mine or do i have a little boy and just don't have another one for 3 or so years? I don't know that i even believe in this stuff but she knew i was going back to school, that before i met Gee my life was in shambles, and that when we unite we are so strong no one can take us down. And that i was getting promoted.
Then when she read my boss's she knew that my boss had miscarried, she knew that it was stress, she knew that her husband was her rock but things have been turbulent, and that she was quitting. Which is true since my boss is no longer my boss. I took her spot.
Either way, it cost $5 and the money went to charity.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
I THINK WE DID IT!
Last Saturday i felt the pain. Right hip, cramping, felt it both in the back and the front. I knew it was time. I had just woke up, and thought i had the day off, so i screamed for the hubby.
"It's time! It's Time! GET DOWN HERE!"
But he did not come.
So I called him, he was at my in-laws and would be home within an hour.
I showered.
I got beautified.
I brushed my teeth.
I ate a breath mint.
And he arrived.
We did everything perfect. EVERYTHING. Including me laying on my back and being careful not to cough or sneeze or anything for fear of disturbing the Olympic Swimmers. And yes, we both O'ed.
Then i relaxed on the couch switching from right to left to back hoping to get everything situated.
Then last night I had more cramping. So, we did it again just to make sure. Cramping has lasted all day today, and more than likely it was today. Lots of cervical mucous last night. So, I AM PRETTY SURE WE GOT IT!
I mean, I know i have my issues, but come on! I have to get lucky somewhere! Both times felt like ovulation, only one came with mucous (but i rarely have any) and we did everything perfect each time.
My cycles also are not very regular, sometimes i ovulate a little early, sometimes very late. Anyway, on the 25th, or 26th I will know. I work the 25th so I don't know 100% that I will test that day. It'd be a hard secret to keep all day.
Yes, I do plan to tell everyone immediately. We have kept our pain and losses a secret before and it just hurts me more, so we decided everyone will know everything within a week.
Oh, and i have hope right now. Insane amounts of it.
I am the P word. I'm sure of it.
"It's time! It's Time! GET DOWN HERE!"
But he did not come.
So I called him, he was at my in-laws and would be home within an hour.
I showered.
I got beautified.
I brushed my teeth.
I ate a breath mint.
And he arrived.
We did everything perfect. EVERYTHING. Including me laying on my back and being careful not to cough or sneeze or anything for fear of disturbing the Olympic Swimmers. And yes, we both O'ed.
Then i relaxed on the couch switching from right to left to back hoping to get everything situated.
Then last night I had more cramping. So, we did it again just to make sure. Cramping has lasted all day today, and more than likely it was today. Lots of cervical mucous last night. So, I AM PRETTY SURE WE GOT IT!
I mean, I know i have my issues, but come on! I have to get lucky somewhere! Both times felt like ovulation, only one came with mucous (but i rarely have any) and we did everything perfect each time.
My cycles also are not very regular, sometimes i ovulate a little early, sometimes very late. Anyway, on the 25th, or 26th I will know. I work the 25th so I don't know 100% that I will test that day. It'd be a hard secret to keep all day.
Yes, I do plan to tell everyone immediately. We have kept our pain and losses a secret before and it just hurts me more, so we decided everyone will know everything within a week.
Oh, and i have hope right now. Insane amounts of it.
I am the P word. I'm sure of it.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Bologna
Bologna is made of lots of scraps, and today that is what I'm feeding you.
Scrap*
So, i let my sister in law move in. I agreed to let her and her raccoon* move in. Into my BABY's ROOM. Why? Because I see how awful she is treated by my in-laws and thought I would try to help her one last time. I got her a job. I arranged my work schedule to get her almost 21 yr old a** her temps. I even set up a budget so she could afford to rent the teeny tiny 2 bedroom house next door in 3 months. I even risked all the raccoon diseases by allowing that thing in my house!
Then she spoke to my evil mother in law and suddenly she wanted to go home. So, i took her home. Then the next day she told my in-laws that I write on my computer about them. That I don't want my hubby to see them, that i hate them, and that i think i am better than them.
First of all, i don't believe anyone is better than anyone. I do believe that i will be a better parent, simply because i wont snort coke, i wont live in a car, i wont grow pot, i wont use coke to lose the baby weight, i wont teach my 8 yr old how to make meth, and most of all i will never tell my 16 year old son to "Take this rope and go hang yourself." Yes, that's what my FIL told my husband, and then bitched when he had to go to school to get my husband because the school had noticed the rope burn on his neck and the slits on his wrists.
Then just 3 months ago, my FIL told my sister in law the same thing. THIS FAMILY IS CRAZY!
I have already told my husband, our kids will only stay there when I am with them (my husband still struggles to stand up to them) and if they start to be anything but sweet and sober, i will put my kids in the car and keep them away. Gee is A-OKAY with this. That breaks my heart.
Now for a tidbit on my family, we are very close, we are not perfect, but we are close. I have a cousin, who has 3 kids, no fertility issues, even though several of her cousins and her sister have battled and won the infertility war. This cousin has a son, lets name him, M. She also has a father, lets name him R.
I posted on facebook, my support for building the stupid mosque in New York. I believe in freedom to sell land to whoever, and freedom of religion. Simple as that. My Uncle R got on and started saying things like "Muslims shouldn't be allowed in our country" "You should be kicked out for supporting terrorists" then a friend of mine from HS joined in, you see, her family is Muslim, she isn't, but they are. She and i pretty much explained things to my 50 something year old uncle and he just got more and more belligerent. Even striking so low as to call this friends 110 pound frame "fat." I became outraged, this is the same Uncle who previously told me to put my dog down because she is part pit bull.
It finally ended with me blocking him.
Then on the 5 year anniversary of Hurricane Katrina, i posted some stats on the fact that everything is not fine and dandy down there. (I wont bore you with the details) And M, who used to be one of my closest cousins, gets on and starts saying how sick and tired he is of me always complaining, how i shouldn't worry about New Orleans or Katrina because no one up here cares and those people are "stupid" for living there anyway. Yeah, i was pissed. I explained how ignorant he is, how selfish and ridiculous and how i hope he was joking.
He proceeded to say
"I am going to be the one to say it, i will play the bad guy since no one else wants to, our family is tired of hearing about your struggles, about useless fertility facts, about Muslims, Katrina, and all that other shit. Facebook is to connect and our family doesn't feel connected to you when you complain in every single post"
Which amuses me because usually my facebook is happy and upbeat and fertility, Katrina, and the Muslims are the only three things that i have mentioned that could even be perceived as negative. Then i deleted M's mother, sister, brother and aunt. Then emailed the rest of my family on facebook and learned that none of them had ever had an issue with anything i said and that they are happy to be in the know as far as fertility goes and that i have taught them a lot.
Then my friends started to read what M had said, and they all jumped to my defense, 4 of my facebook friends didn't realize they were "infertile" until i started speaking out. So far, 2 of them have gone to the doctor, and one has discovered Male Factor infertility as the culprit, and another had learned she has endometriosis and a blocked tube. The other 2 are trying different things and slowly becoming more aware and i believe plan to go to the doctor soon.
So, i felt much better, i lost part of my family, but obviously they couldn't support me anyway, so it isn't much of a loss at all. Although Uncle R has since told my 80 something year old grandmother his opinion on my struggles, and she apparently threatened to throw him over her knee if he ever mentioned my struggle again, and said that as a man with two daughters, who's wife suffered through countless miscarriages and a 10 year wait between daughter 1 and daughter 2, he should know better. (He believes that things like that shouldn't be shared, that it should remain a silent sorority, and i believe that it should be heard, loud and proud, because we will never get the support we IFers need if no one knows our struggle)
Okay that is all i have time for. So i leave you with this.
STAND STRONG MY SORORITY SISTERS, AND FIGHT, FOR THERE IS A WAR RAGING AND I WILL GO FIRST INTO BATTLE FOR ALL WOMEN WHO ARE INVOLUNTARILY CHILDLESS!
I AM WOMAN! HEAR ME ROAR!
Bobi
*The raccoon was stolen from my chimney by my FIL since he wanted one. He then forced my SIL to take care of it or get out of his house, so she took care of it, fell in love, and now that she knows its illegal, she still cant let him go. He has become her baby.
Scrap*
So, i let my sister in law move in. I agreed to let her and her raccoon* move in. Into my BABY's ROOM. Why? Because I see how awful she is treated by my in-laws and thought I would try to help her one last time. I got her a job. I arranged my work schedule to get her almost 21 yr old a** her temps. I even set up a budget so she could afford to rent the teeny tiny 2 bedroom house next door in 3 months. I even risked all the raccoon diseases by allowing that thing in my house!
Then she spoke to my evil mother in law and suddenly she wanted to go home. So, i took her home. Then the next day she told my in-laws that I write on my computer about them. That I don't want my hubby to see them, that i hate them, and that i think i am better than them.
First of all, i don't believe anyone is better than anyone. I do believe that i will be a better parent, simply because i wont snort coke, i wont live in a car, i wont grow pot, i wont use coke to lose the baby weight, i wont teach my 8 yr old how to make meth, and most of all i will never tell my 16 year old son to "Take this rope and go hang yourself." Yes, that's what my FIL told my husband, and then bitched when he had to go to school to get my husband because the school had noticed the rope burn on his neck and the slits on his wrists.
Then just 3 months ago, my FIL told my sister in law the same thing. THIS FAMILY IS CRAZY!
I have already told my husband, our kids will only stay there when I am with them (my husband still struggles to stand up to them) and if they start to be anything but sweet and sober, i will put my kids in the car and keep them away. Gee is A-OKAY with this. That breaks my heart.
Now for a tidbit on my family, we are very close, we are not perfect, but we are close. I have a cousin, who has 3 kids, no fertility issues, even though several of her cousins and her sister have battled and won the infertility war. This cousin has a son, lets name him, M. She also has a father, lets name him R.
I posted on facebook, my support for building the stupid mosque in New York. I believe in freedom to sell land to whoever, and freedom of religion. Simple as that. My Uncle R got on and started saying things like "Muslims shouldn't be allowed in our country" "You should be kicked out for supporting terrorists" then a friend of mine from HS joined in, you see, her family is Muslim, she isn't, but they are. She and i pretty much explained things to my 50 something year old uncle and he just got more and more belligerent. Even striking so low as to call this friends 110 pound frame "fat." I became outraged, this is the same Uncle who previously told me to put my dog down because she is part pit bull.
It finally ended with me blocking him.
Then on the 5 year anniversary of Hurricane Katrina, i posted some stats on the fact that everything is not fine and dandy down there. (I wont bore you with the details) And M, who used to be one of my closest cousins, gets on and starts saying how sick and tired he is of me always complaining, how i shouldn't worry about New Orleans or Katrina because no one up here cares and those people are "stupid" for living there anyway. Yeah, i was pissed. I explained how ignorant he is, how selfish and ridiculous and how i hope he was joking.
He proceeded to say
"I am going to be the one to say it, i will play the bad guy since no one else wants to, our family is tired of hearing about your struggles, about useless fertility facts, about Muslims, Katrina, and all that other shit. Facebook is to connect and our family doesn't feel connected to you when you complain in every single post"
Which amuses me because usually my facebook is happy and upbeat and fertility, Katrina, and the Muslims are the only three things that i have mentioned that could even be perceived as negative. Then i deleted M's mother, sister, brother and aunt. Then emailed the rest of my family on facebook and learned that none of them had ever had an issue with anything i said and that they are happy to be in the know as far as fertility goes and that i have taught them a lot.
Then my friends started to read what M had said, and they all jumped to my defense, 4 of my facebook friends didn't realize they were "infertile" until i started speaking out. So far, 2 of them have gone to the doctor, and one has discovered Male Factor infertility as the culprit, and another had learned she has endometriosis and a blocked tube. The other 2 are trying different things and slowly becoming more aware and i believe plan to go to the doctor soon.
So, i felt much better, i lost part of my family, but obviously they couldn't support me anyway, so it isn't much of a loss at all. Although Uncle R has since told my 80 something year old grandmother his opinion on my struggles, and she apparently threatened to throw him over her knee if he ever mentioned my struggle again, and said that as a man with two daughters, who's wife suffered through countless miscarriages and a 10 year wait between daughter 1 and daughter 2, he should know better. (He believes that things like that shouldn't be shared, that it should remain a silent sorority, and i believe that it should be heard, loud and proud, because we will never get the support we IFers need if no one knows our struggle)
Okay that is all i have time for. So i leave you with this.
STAND STRONG MY SORORITY SISTERS, AND FIGHT, FOR THERE IS A WAR RAGING AND I WILL GO FIRST INTO BATTLE FOR ALL WOMEN WHO ARE INVOLUNTARILY CHILDLESS!
I AM WOMAN! HEAR ME ROAR!
Bobi
*The raccoon was stolen from my chimney by my FIL since he wanted one. He then forced my SIL to take care of it or get out of his house, so she took care of it, fell in love, and now that she knows its illegal, she still cant let him go. He has become her baby.
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