I have to tell you about last night. I was invited to a party at the house of some people I never met before but we have many mutual friends and so Mr. T and I were invited to come along. We walked into the party and it was like baby fest 2009. Seriously. Mothers breast feeding everywhere, push-chairs and baby seats galore and the pitter-patter of little feet all round us. I felt like the room was spinning. My friend who came with us, who doesn't have children, joked to the hostess of the evening, Do we have to have a baby to be able to come in, or what?
As I stood there with a fake smile plastered to my face, worried that my insecure uncomfortable IF-self would start to show, I considered my options. A quick exit that would not be considered too rude seemed to be a good choice. I made an effort to speak with our hostess, I asked her about her home and where she had had her baby. She explained she had a home birth. She smiled at me and said birth and motherhood are the two issues I am most passionate about. It was like a knife into my stomach. I too am very passionate about birth and motherhood, in fact so passionate that I put myself through all this TTC crap, the tests, injections and everything else.. but this is not really party conversation to share with people you've just met. So I just smiled and thought, yep a quick exit is the only way to save my sanity.
But then other guests arrived and they brought their lovely college-aged kids. I spent the whole night talking to them about their plans, college life, the environment and politics.. it was great. They were utterly charming and completely switched on. So refreshing and wonderful to meet young people like that and it totally saved me from noticing the mass of happy new mommies all around me. I survived!
On other news, Mr. T did his thang at the the lab on Friday and we get the results on Monday. Hoping for some good numbers!
