Last night I was horribly, horribly ill.
I don't know why. All I know is that one minute I was sitting on the couch flipping through the latest issue of "Fitness" magazine and the next? I was hair-deep in the toilet puking up my dinner and probably some of my lunch. And I really don't think anything I saw in Fitness made me feel that way (although I am really, really jealous of those skinny bitches in bikinis but that usually doesn't make me puke) , so it was probably something I ate. Probably, if I'm going to be further honest, I have cut so much junk out of my diet that I really shouldn't have stolen french fries from Boy Child's plate at lunch. They so, so did not agree with me.
I staggered out of the bathroom and back into the kitchen to get some water. Jason, thoughtfully said, "Are you okay?"
I told him that other than puking up my left lung, I was awesome.
And he said, "Are you pregnant?"
I laughed then and said, "That would require an act of Congress!" or something.
After that I felt better until I woke up at around 3am when Jason farted and it smelled so bad that the people two streets up from us said, "What the hell was that? Did you smell that? Did a fleet of trucks carrying diseased skunks crash outside our home?"
Then I thought about things (while praying that he wouldn't roll over because at least his back was turned the opposite direction from me when he let that torpedo fly).
I laughed about my infertility.
For years I have wept and sobbed and felt sad and pathetic and sorry for myself. Last night? It was just another part of me, like green eyes or kick-ass hair.
Yesterday Jason was talking about joining a men's group at church. While I am uncertain about what men's groups do (I think they were going to have a fishing tournament and the thought of Jason fishing makes me horselaugh in a really, really unattractive way), I am pleased that he will have an activity. Because, God knows the man sometimes needs a hobby other than harassing me for the washer/dryer and annoying the children by eating all the ice cream. I told him, "I'd like to join the ladies Bible study, but I just cannot fit one more thing in".
And that's true. And you know, you can't just fit a baby in. At this point, my life would really, really have to undergo some serious changes. And while it would be worth it...well.
Let's just say my heart is not cracked as it used to be.
My nose is though. Jesus God that fart was smelly.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Laugh and the world laughs with you. Cry and people unfriend you on Facebook and take your blog off their reader.
Posted by That Chick Over There at 10:06 AM
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Isn't it strange how one day we are just ok? Maybe ok is the wrong word - how one day we are just able to accept. It takes a lot of strength.
Laughter is the only thing that has kept me from going on an infertility-induced crime spree... sometimes it's the only thing you can do. Just throw your head back and laugh, laugh, laugh at all that sex you could have been having back when you were so damn scared of getting pregnant. (No? Just me? Okay then...)
Isn't it nice when you turn the corner and realize that you are just not as heartbroken as you used to be?
i'm glad you're accepting yourself, as you are. that's great. my dad goes to the men's group at church and they just.. go sit and eat breakfast and talk once a month. a few years ago? they decided to kayak down a river. most of them being 40 or older. and they did it. canoe, maybe, not kayak, but still. some of them are in their 80s now and i can remember it, so they had to be in their 60s or 70s. if he's new he might be able to suggest something fun, like a tailgate, snort! without being laughed at. and who knows, maybe they'd go along?
What a great way to put it: that your heart is not so cracked any more. Good for you- really.
You are just amazing. Good for you!
Good for you. Nice post!
What peace there is in such moments!
Smelly farts - ugh. THE WORST. I totally feel your pain....
I'm glad your heart isn't cracked like it used to be. You are stronger than you give yourself credit for!
I have to say I wasn't expecting your post to be about that though considering the title of it. Or am I missing something?
Smelly farts are pretty harsh. Glad you survived. :)
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