Ok, remember how I said my husband's family is super duper fertile? Well, it has happened again. Another one of them is pregnant again. This one is her 7th! Yes, you heard that right, 7th! And, her last baby is only at most 5 months old. You heard that right, too. Come on! Really?! From here on out, I should just assume and operate as if all of them are pregnant at all times. That way, it won't be news for me and I won't care. I have lost track of how many are currently pregnant, and it is nearly all of them, so I will just assume everyone.
I am trying not to be bitter about it, but it is hard! It is hard when I just want at least one, and she's got 7. I know I shouldn't compare and all that holy stuff, but this hurts. I am doing everything I am supposed to do. Eating the organic, anti-inflammatory foods, which are ridiculously expensive. Spending around $500 a month on meds and chart reviews, enduring needle prods every month when I am terrified of needles. And praying, praying, praying. If I could just not have to take all the meds, that would ease the pain of it a little. It scares me when I actually start thinking how much all of this is costing. And it stinks to be on meds constantly. Can I please, pretty please, just be normal? Please? Can the natural and normal consequence of relations happen for me at least once, please?
And can people stop announcing their pregnancies to me in the meantime? I know that will never happen. So, I guess I will go through my day assuming that every woman I encounter is pregnant. All of them. Congratulations, women of the world!