And this one (see green thread first) is to tell the world that I AM INFERTILE!! This means I most likely won’t be announcing soon that I am having a baby. This means that if I’m tired...I’m just tired--that’s it!!
It means that I laid around all last summer, lost muscle and gained 10 lbs. That's it; I just ate too much ice cream! I'm feeling sick because I ate popcorn for breakfast not because I'm 'gestating.'
If I have some good news, don't shout "Your Pregnant!!" before I can tell you what it is.
I don't care if someone else got pregnant after eating 4 green marshmallows and drinking grass clipping tea, I'm not doing it!
Stop praying for me! Stop putting my name in the temple! The Lord heard you the first time. Stop expecting me to swoon every time someone else announces their conception. Woot for them. blah blah blah.
But, above all else, DO NOT attempt to spike my food with "magic get pregnant vitamins" when you realize I won't EVER take them willingly!
Go away! Prod someone else about stuff that’s none of your business. If you don't...so help me...the only thing you will ever get from me on your birthday is a rattle and a pacifier...
Don’t make me slap a taco out of you!
That's all.
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ETA: Not to give you more advice--just because she had some challenges too, and she'd be happy to be somebody for you to talk to, if you want. I know how difficult this was for her, so you have my sympathy. If you want it. Otherwise, feel free to tell me to take a hike.
-- Edited by fear of shiz at 07:56, 2007-03-09
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We love you, Ros!! Please forgive me for being insensitive or hurtful... like a relation once explained when she discovered she had a similar condition, "It's like you discover your whole family has died before you have chance to meet them." So if you want someone round and looks like he's pregnant to hug... just go ahead and hug me. (or punch me... all that paddings gotta be good for something...)
Love ya!!!
--Ray
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I'm not slow; I'm special. (Don't take it personally, everyone finds me offensive. Yet somehow I manage to live with myself.)
Of course, original post meant for those around me who do such things (including the sneaking of drugs into my food...yes, it's true) even though I have been very clear and straight-forward about my desires to stop.
It's not about being so heartbroken that I don't want to discuss it. It's about coming to terms with the fact that at this juncture, the only one who can decide if/when I ever have another baby is the Lord. The same one who, very clearly, told me to stop worrying about it and get on with more important things.
And yet--I discover, after all this time, there is some conspiracy among my relatives to secretly bring about a pregnancy for me.
Why do they do that? Why can't they get over it? I can. I have. I'm good. (eta: I'm perfectly happy with my family and my life. We get to buy more stuff at Christmas. We fit in the cab of a pick-up truck. We eat out! It's like the Lord released me from a huge, overwhelming, hard, exhausting calling. If he wanted me to have a dozen kids, I would. Since he doesn't--who am I to complain?)
My apologies for venting...please forgive.
And would anyone like to become my official food taster?
-- Edited by Ros at 16:53, 2007-03-09
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"My days of not taking you seriously are certainly coming to a middle."
Casi here. I'm hi-jacking Shiz's id for a minute....
You have actually really had people add drugs to your food? Without telling you?
I always, always loved the people who thought they knew better than you.... We'd been trying for DS and I would always have the women at church tell me how much my oldest deserved a sibling..... Made me wanna go all on them.
Ooooooooooooooo, or I've had difficult pregnancies. A lot of pain, a lot of problems, so issues that would cause pregnancies to be dangerous for me.... And yet I'd get "Your 2 kids need to have more siblings" from my dad. When I explained that I thought that my kids deserved a mother, even if it just meant not being on bedrest again, I got told that they could live through that and how could I deprive them of a larger family? Ummmmmm, HELLO! This was to a woman who really, really wanted 6 or more kids and thought that 2 might be all she could physically do. But hey, after complications that could have killed me and my babies, at least NOW I get agreed with. (Where the heck is the eyeroll when you need it?!?!?!)
So, I get stupid people around you who think they know better. It's one thing to tell me ABOUT something... it's another to tell me what I should do. If they had taken to hiding my pills or something because of it, or replacing them with placebos, or medicating me themselves, I swear I'd beat more than a taco outta them. Maybe some paella too.....
Casi
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Hey Ros, not a problem with venting. Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do!
I've found that when something is not "normal" in the extended family, extended family members who are not impacted directly by the event or trial or situation are often the last to really come to grips with whatever it is. I don't know exactly why that is, but it sure seems to be like they have a harder time resolving whatever "conflict" the situation creates in a realistic manner.
Our oldest (a teenager who would be driving, dating, and a Priest by now were things "normal") is severely autistic. Trust me, all of our dear extended family has been so very much concerned over the years, but even after over a decade of everyone knowing there was definitely some mental handicap, there are still a fair number of them who just don't get it or aren't sure really how to act around him or interact with him.
You just have to be patient with them. Remember Kermit's wisdom about "Its not easy being green..."
Actually, the way you worded your "discovery" sounds kind of funny (as in ha ha) -- you discover a conspiracy among relatives that are secretly trying to bring about a pregnancy for you... hmmm did they have some sort of weird plan in mind to make sure you are impregnated {la la la la la la -- plugging ears and singing}, or were they working on having someone else go through a pregnancy in your behalf.
You do what The Lord spoke peace to you about, and as you are so moved by The Spirit to do so, share that bit of knowledge with those well meaning relatives. Take care of you and Mr. Ros first and foremost (and any children under your stewardship now).
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It seems to me the only thing you've learned is that Caesar is a "salad dressing dude."
Can't imagine what you are going through. (we have 7)
God bless you are you move forward.
But don't ever forget. Miracles do happen.
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I'm glad you're coming to grips with this. Thing is, as a bystander there's really nothing one can say other than ask how you're doing with the challenge. Some people are horribly heartbroken, others are relieved. I had a friend who was heartbroken and there were ladies in her ward who actually said, "Aren't you relieved? You don't have to have kids!"
People say stupid things... that's cuz people are people and if it weren't that, they'd be complaining about the kids you had, or about your appearance, or some other thing... It's the way we all make each other feel "special".
--Ray
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Yes and the stupid things people say continue even after you have kids. I have a relative that gave my wife a bad time about using pain killers during the delivery of our first child telling us she should have just held on and had the child naturally. This even after she had to have emergency surgury after the delivery and the doctor said she should have had a C-section. The next kid was a C-section and then the one after that was because the doctors didn't want to risk a vbac. When this relative found out we got the same lectures about how we should have driven to a further hospital for the vbac blah, blah, blah. Now we are on our fourth and this will be final. Why? My wife just can't do it again. This will be her third C-section and every pregnancy/delivery seems to be getting harder. This time she got a blood clot in her leg that had us worried. I'm sure some relative or mean spirited ward member will say something about us being selfish and not risking her health further to have another child. These are the same folks that still tsk tsk tsk every time they see a man who didn't go on a mission 10 years before or the guy that came home early 15 years before. To heck with these people!
And Ros, If I found out that a relative was puting drugs in my wife's food there would be no end to the heck I would be raising. Such an act could get them put in jail.
Otherwise, feel free to tell me to take a hike.
on them.
