So we went to the beach today. Just a small little park tucked into the middle of nowhere. Seriously the middle of nowhere- we had to pass by shipbuilders and cargo companies to get to it. Pretty little area, nice shade, relatively quiet (minus the people who pulled up shortly before we left… just because you want to listen to Red Hot Chili Peppers at alarmingly high decibels while relaxing at the beach doesn’t mean the rest of the county wants to. Just saying.).
The husband set to fishing and I got my chair and book out. Nothing like Conception Chronicles for some light mindless beach reading! Well of course as I’m reading the Clomid chapter a couple with their five (including one fresh from the womb) children walks by. Thank God I had on sunglasses! The tears were instantaneous.
Then as we are packing up (for multiple reasons, one being the obnoxious RHCP group) I set my book down on the table. One of the RHCP group saw it and says;
Oh so you are trying to get pregnant huh? Well brace yourself, sometimes it can take awhile. I mean it took us four months to get pregnant and I thought I was going to die!
Once again, thank God I had on sunglasses so the woman couldn’t see the “fuck off and die” look on my face.
Note to any one reading this- if you happen to get pregnant within six months don’t ever act like it was the end of your world waiting for it. Because the person you’re complaining to could have been trying for twice that long and even longer.
So yea, all in all a fun day. And the husband didn’t catch anything either. Oh well.