With the riding risk of sounding profound for my hundredth post , the burden of which is gleefully abandoned, I just want to focus on the mundane barren existence that I lead. I wonder how long will it be when people/families/relatives/peers may believe that we are that one couple they know, who may never have any kids. And so even though we end up being loved uncle and aunts, we may never be loved parents. I was taking leave of relatives we (me, my parents and hubby) went to meet last evening. As I was about to deposit myself in the warm confines of the car, the parting remark made at me was And S, now give us some good news quickly! I smiled back (yes, I did) and replied whether she despised my freedom. It was a silent blow for me and a kind I am slowly learning to handle very well. I have never fumbled for answers, ever! But I used to be emotionally hit by the remarks first and then would come out with suitable responses (process taking nanoseconds). However, there seems to be some ...
Statistically Significant Infertile Mum