Recently, living in a neighborhood PACKED with kids (there are only 2 other couples who don't have kids and aren't currently pregnant, and BOTH of them are moving this summer--all the others have at least 1 and most have 3-4) has really started to get to me.
A friend posted this article on Facebook, and after reading it I have to say how much I absolutely identify with it. Living in such a conservative, Catholic town, being married for a year without being pregnant is essentially an abnormality. Even our parents are starting to ask--and I'm getting to the point where I feel like literally screaming "I'M INFERTILE! Stop asking me this, it's hurtful!" I know they don't do it to be hurtful, but still.
In the afternoons, most of the moms in my neighborhood go out with the kids and play on the street, and I feel like I can't even venture out to get the mail without all of them staring at me and wondering why I don't have children (this is an exaggeration...probably). A friend recently remarked that he thought someone should be sterilized (that's a whole different issue, of course), and even though I frequently argue against sterilization without feeling any emotion but outright anger, this time I burst into tears and sobbed for upwards of an hour. Just because the talk of anything being sterile, especially involuntarily, makes me cry these days.
In other word, I'm a mess, and living where we currently do is not making anything better.
In (slightly related) work news, I've finally gotten upped to 30 hours--but you have to be 32 to qualify for benefits. Excuse me if I'm slightly bitter.
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