So, you’ve been trying to get pregnant for a while. Probably 6 months or so, since that’s what most OB/GYNs recommend as the “normal” time it can take to get pregnant. You’re probably starting to think hm, this is taking longer than I thought it would… (or more realistically, WTF, why am I still not pregnant, I hate everyone and everything.)
Infertility is a sensitive topic, y’all. Most of us who’ve battled it, do it quietly and privately, hiding our constant pain behind the thinnest veil of fake happiness.
So if someone has actually confided in you with their infertility struggle, don’t screw it up. Or you might get punched.
Women fighting infertility are already warriors. But they’re warriors who are also juiced up on hormones and pent-up emotion, so the last thing you want to do is piss one of them off unwittingly.
Here are a few things to avoid saying, and some alternatives that may save you some bruising:
This blog is served with a heavy helping of snark, which doesn’t always translate appropriately, so I want to be very clear: my baby is very, very loved. Like, obnoxiously so. He’s for sure going to be that overconfident jerk who thinks he can do no wrong when he’s older. (Sorry about that.)
Sure, I make fun of him occasionally (a lot). Yes, I complain about my exhaustion (if you’re not going to whine about how tired you are, are you even a parent?). And yes, I call him names like “monster” and “demon baby” sometimes (okay, almost all the time…). But hey, I bought and paid-in-full for his crazy ass; you better believe I’ve earned my right to a sarcastic comment every now and then.
You see, he was a long time in the making. Over two years, to be exact.