I could see that being the case.
Spike: At least give me Wesley's office since he's gone. Angel: He's not gone. He's on a leave of absence. Spike: Yeah, right. Boo-hoo. Thought he killed his bloody father. Try staking your mother when she's coming on to you! Harmony: Well…that explains a lot.
'Destiny'
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javachik - Oct 09, 2009 12:44:56 pm PDT #25904 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.
Barb - Oct 09, 2009 12:48:51 pm PDT #25905 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
pun intended, presumably?
But of course.
I suspect that infertility boards/blogs would have driven me to commit unspeakable acts. I also hate the idea that just because you have one child, you should be shunned because you're finding it difficult to conceive another. I still remember in the wake of the miscarriage from my first pregnancy, I had someone say to me, when I expressed concern about being able to get pregnant again, "Well you really need to stop complaining-- at least you know you CAN get pregnant even if you can't carry it."
P.M. Marc - Oct 09, 2009 12:50:58 pm PDT #25906 of 30000
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Given that a fair number of the infertility bloggers were recurrent m/c vets, the blogs would've been okay.
Polter-Cow - Oct 09, 2009 12:51:51 pm PDT #25907 of 30000
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
"Well you really need to stop complaining-- at least you know you CAN get pregnant even if you can't carry it."
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P.M. Marc - Oct 09, 2009 12:52:53 pm PDT #25908 of 30000
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
I will admit, when I was struggling to have even ONE kid, I really didn't have a lot of sympathy to spare for people who were having problems going for more.
It's a seriously visceral kind of pain, with no logic or reason to it.
Aims - Oct 09, 2009 12:56:21 pm PDT #25909 of 30000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Oh totally. I can remember feeling that way when someone was trying for number 2 or beyond was upset. But, hindsight being 20/20 and all, they both hurt really really a lot and is horrible and I wish so many women didn't have to go through it.
javachik - Oct 09, 2009 1:01:06 pm PDT #25910 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.
My best friend from high school, with whom I am still very close, had a baby after many miscarriages. He was born looking healthy and beautiful but had a rare genetic disorder and died a few months later, having never left the hospital save for his last weekend, during which my friend and her husband chose to take him home (the docs thought he'd last for hours but they got to have him for an entire weekend).
Later that year, when her mother in law was introducing my friend to someone at a wedding party, and the subject of motherhood came up, my friend's m-i-l said, "Well, I had a grandson, for a few minutes. It didn't take."
I am not making this shit up.
Barb - Oct 09, 2009 1:01:09 pm PDT #25911 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
It's a seriously visceral kind of pain, with no logic or reason to it.
Yeah, it really is. It's visceral and extremely personal from the standpoint of everyone experiences it differently, so to pull a compare and contrast and "My misery sucks bigger donkey balls than your misery," is monumentally unfair to everyone involved.
Scrappy - Oct 09, 2009 1:02:49 pm PDT #25912 of 30000
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
my friend's m-i-l said, "Well, I had a grandson, for a few minutes. It didn't take."
That is one of the most horrible things I have ever read.
erikaj - Oct 09, 2009 1:03:03 pm PDT #25913 of 30000
Always Anti-fascist!
But what comfort is it to get pregnant, if you're not bearing anything(anyone?) This is reminding me too much of the bioethics debates in the disability rights movement, but also reminds me I was probably never meant to breed anything but discontent. although I might have liked the opportunity, but I'm 36 now, you know? And without so much as a coffee date.