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.
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.
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. :)