PLEASE NOTE: If you are struggling with infertility or are currently trying to conceive and you DON'T want to read about my pregnancy (which I totally understand), I recommend starting at the beginning of the blog (March 2010) and reading from there. I find out I'm pregnant in June 2011 so there is a lot of trying to conceive posts in between that you might find funny, helpful or relatable. Wishing you all the luck in the world!

Friday, April 23, 2010

Ignoring the Pink (or Blue) Elephant in the Room

As insane as this may sound, I honestly believe that one of the main things you should do after having an IVF is to NOT to think about it whatsoever. Wondering if you’re pregnant, obsessing over all the possible details, analyzing every physical symptom you have all accomplish nothing other than driving you crazy. And for me, that’s not a very long drive.

The goal this week has been to stay relaxed, rest, take care of myself and NOT think about babies, pregnancy or anything along those lines. It's clear to say that the rest of the world did not get my memo however.

Yesterday, my big trip was to acupuncture. Luckily, I live right near a subway that practically goes into the lobby of my acupuncture’s building so it was a straight forward and easy ride. I also managed to snag a seat (after lovingly knocking a few people over of course), so it was ideal.

A few stops into the ride, an obviously pregnant woman got on the subway and despite New Yorkers having a reputation as assholes, several offered her their seat. To be clear - I was actually not one of them. I just got my egg transfer and she’s already pregnant. She’ll be fine but me and my recently fertilized eggs needed that seat.

Yes, I am the “Rosa Parks” of the trying to conceive community.

The pregnant woman declined everyone’s offer as she was “only taking the train a few stops.” The trouble is that she ended up holding the bar directly above my head and stood right in front of me. As I tried to think of anything else… like whether or not containment was the right response to the Vietnam War… the proximity of her huge belly literally felt like she was rubbing her pregnancy in my face.

Then, earlier this week, a good friend of mine gave birth to her first child. It was only the second day after my transfer, so I was lying in bed when I got a text from her that read exactly like this: “Baby’s here. 9 pounds. 2 ounces. Holy sh*t.

What’s interesting to me is that we live in such a technological world that birth announcements are now sent via text. At the same time though, if you insert the word “STOP” after each one of her statements, it reads just like one of those old fashioned telegrams. Well, except I don’t think any old fashioned telegram ever used the words “Holy Sh*t.” At least none that I know of...

Another friend of mine is pregnant with her second child and frankly, she talks of ABSOLUTELY NOTHING ELSE. Every conversation, every text, every email, every Facebook Status update, every Tweet is all about the pregnancy. Pregnancy can be very exciting (at least that’s what I freaking hear… SIGH) but respectively, this is her third pregnancy and there are so many other things to talk about in this world. There’s politics, music, gardening, Dancing with the Stars or the recent installment of Heidi Montag’s breasts. It can’t be that hard to pick some other topic to occasionally throw into your continuing “Pregnancy – Day 200” updates.

And yes, I realize that sounds bitchy but it’s my blog and I’ll bitch if I want to.

Lastly, and this is my favorite of the week, had to do with Facebook. I have an account with Facebook called, “TheTwo WeekWait” and someone; somehow, somewhere tagged me in a photo of their first sonogram. They are apparently having twins and in the picture, there’s a “Baby A” and a “Baby B”. This person tagged ME as “Baby B”. Again, you just can’t make this shit up.

So, there I am, innocently sitting at home distracting myself with "RuPaul's Drag Race" when I start to get a FLURRY of emails that say, “So-and-so commented on the photo you are tagged in!” and a “Congratulations!” or an “Oh my god, twins!” or a “I’m so happy for you!” type of statement would follow.

After the twentieth email, I was like, “Ok. What the hell is going on??” I finally logged on and figured out what had happened. Believe it or not, I thought this was pretty damn funny. Here I am trying to not think about whether or not I’m pregnant, and not only am I inadvertently getting congratulated on having twins, I AM actually one of the twins!

As hilarious as I thought this was however, I managed to remove my tag from the picture and get myself out of both this predicament and out of this strange woman’s uterus.

Needless to say, NOT thinking about pregnancy has been a challenge. However, I really am hanging in. It’s amazing how much having a sense of humor and a bitchy blog can help a hormonal gal out. :)

6 comments:

Secret Sloper said...

Wow, the universe is really not letting you catch a break, is it? Is it completely evil of my that I don't stand up for pregnant women any more because I feel she's got a fetus so I should get the seat? Yeah, I'm petty.

Keep fighting the good fight, Rosa!

Tillie said...

wow - your week has been like mine!! I just entered my 2ww for the umpteenth time and I have discovered even MORE people in my life that are pregnant (I think I lost count around 20)...including my very fertile cousin who we thought was pregnant with her 6th child {who already has 5 under the age of 6} but really she's pregnant with her 6th AND 7th child. REALLY? and now I got moved to pregnancy hell at work with a VERY pregnant coworker that I didn't know was pregnant. Good grief. If you figure out how to distract yourself from pregnancy things please let me know cause I suck at it. :-/

Jc "Teezie" Wooten said...

you have every reason to be bitchy. I know exactly how you feel. Seems like when I was trying to conceive #3 everyone around me was preggers. So I am taking a break right now. The 2 WW is a killer.

Baby bump bound said...

Can you PLEASE write a book that I could read everyday? You are h.l.a.r.i.o.u.s!!

Aaah, the 2WW... such a fun time to reflect on the good things in life. I am usually good for the first week and then by the second week I turn into a mad woman - OCD, anxiety, hysterics, sudden fits of rage, followed by tears and laughter...oh, not cute!
Also- it's hard to avoid the pregnant fleet while entering the sidewalks of NY. I was at C.Park today and every corner of the park was filled with bugaboos and drool...ho hum.

lowfatlady said...

Wow, what crazy things your going through this week. I would have had a really hard time with that woman's belly in my face. I probably would have tried to shut my eyes tightly. Your comment about Rosa parks made me crack up :) I hope that the 2ww flies by so you don't have to have any more weird preggo encounters.

SarahLynn said...

It is so funny to me how when you are trying to relax and not be in your head about every feeling during the wait, the universe has a way of bringing you right back to where you are trying to escape!!

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