Dear co-workers who don’t know that I desperately want a baby and am playing the waiting game until I get to try more medicine that may or may not work-
You are excused for your stupid, insensitive comments because you don’t know that they are stupid and insensitive. That doesn’t mean I won’t correct you when you say things like “They strike me as a couple who will have kids right away” or “I think it’s really irresponsible when people don’t have kids until their thirties.”
Dear co-workers who know that I desperately want a baby but am temporarily thwarted and frustrated about it,
Please don’t tell me about your niece who is expecting twins and how she got to go to a “mothers of multiples” garage sale over the weekend and get a whopping good deal on two cribs, two car seats, and a million adorable, heart-wrenching onesies. I DON’T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT IT. And you’ll have to forgive me if my eyes glaze over during the course of your story because I am mentally composing this blog post.