I shouldn't be shocked but I really am at the number of people who have been asking me about when we are going to have kids now that we are married. People I know well and complete strangers. I usually laugh and say "I'm really old" in the hopes that it will make them uncomfortable and aware of how rude and intrusive they are being but I don't think it works! Oh, and hardly anyone has asked Bob. Just me!
Xander ,'Get It Done'
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What Liese said, Sox. I've found for myself that the harder I fight a freakout, the worse it is when I finally give in.
Happy birthday to Cass! May you find peace with the number.
I have known several people to have problem-free geriatric pregnancies, including a friend who got pregnant the first time she tried, which was on her 40th birthday.
Aims, I hope you find a good support group soon.
Happy Birthday, Cass!
{{{{Sox}}}, tons of anti-anxiety~ma to you.
lisah, I get lots of that too. I mainly tell people the truth that I can't have a baby until I feel that I can physically handle pregnancy and taking care of a child, which is not now, unfortunately.
Happy birthday, Cass!!!!
{{Sox}} And, as far as I'm concerned, being on steriods is a perfectly valid reason for anxiety. That stuff messes me up. The plus side is that when I'm on it, it helps me breathe, so you know, that's good. But the side effects are nasty.
Miss Manners says you should raise your eyebrows at those rude people and say, "Excuse me?"
I seem to pay attention to Miss Manners most when she doesn't require me to be perfectly polite to rude people.
Happy BIrthday, Cass!!
And {{{Sox}}} (imagine the brackets as emotional bubble wrap)
Love Miss Manners!
I wish I could raise one eyebrow at a time, though. That is a very effective way of saying "WTF?" without words.
Happy Birthday, Cass!
Thanks you guys. I can embrace (with duct tape) my inner phobiac most of the time. It's hard to ask for help when I need it, though, and I'm grateful I can do that here. I promise to not pop all the bubbles in the bubble wrap whilst I have it.
ETA - Lisah, that's well beyond the point of just making conversation. I was pretty surprised when, still in the hospital after HKF was born, folks were already asking when we'd have the next one. Um. We like this one? Haven't quite recovered yet from the first one with all of my, and apparently Sparky's to, funny little reactions to my really not getting along with my kid's size/hormones/etc? I never had the perfect answer when they asked, though.