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Happy "Man-in-my-Life-Who's-Not-a-Total-Schmuck" Day
Okay, so this Sunday is the dreaded Father's Day. And there's a right way to handle it.
The great thing about Mother's Day is we all know how horrible infertile women everywhere feel on this day. How do we know? Well, we know, because we, the female half of the infertile couple, usually have no qualms about sharing our misery with others in our sucky sisterhood of the traveling hormones.
"Hi. I'm new to this site. I just wanted to introduce myself by telling you that today is the worst day of my life. We all always get together on Mother's Day and take my mom out to IHOP for pancakes.
Well I've had the worst week ever! My DH is still making me mad over the last IUI and thinking about IVF and the BFN and now I have ADHD, OCD, CNN and UJA and I gave my OB/GYN, I mean my RE an IOU for the last HCG and so now he's PO'd!
And now I have to deal with my Aunt Flo who always comes every Mother's Day. And I feel guilty for being mad because she comes all the way from Michigan just to go to the pancake house with us. But I'm sorry, I just don't feel very Rooty Tooty Fresh 'n Fruity! Am I just being selfish?
Anyway, my name is Judy. Thanks for letting me vent! I feel soooooo much better! You guys are awesome!"
But guys — the male half of the infertile couple — don't say much about Father's Day. At least mine never did. He kind of just sat next to me at the appointments and picked up a zillion prescriptions for fertility drugs and held my hand during sonograms while another man groped me from the inside.
And if you've got one of those men in your life, I think we owe them. So this Sunday and then some, let's stand up and cheer:
"Happy 'Man-in-my-Life-Who's-Not-a-Total-Schmuck'" Day!
For all of the love and devotion through all of the infertility shenanigans, we will gladly overlook:
- When en route to the bathroom each morning, your body emits a sound that is nowhere near "Good morning."
- You fancy your entire torso and beyond as one big scratching post.
- Every now and then, during a conversation, you're talking to me but fondling your sexy new smart phone.
So for all of those guys who don't tell us infertility is "our" problem. And for those who are there to back us up or get us out of there when the barrage of questions is more than we can handle. And for those who still want to play in our playgrounds even while our moods swing freely.
Happy "Man-in-my-Life-Who's-Not-a-Total-Schmuck" Day. Toot, scratch and fondle all ya want.