Stupid Fertiles

Sunday I was invited to a baby shower for a friend. We're not close at all, but Elizabeth and J went to college together (though they didn't know each other personally, just knew of one another), and so occasionally we get invited to their house to watch MS State games. Elizabeth and her hubby had a couple of m/c so I was genuinely happy for them. I sucked it up, went to Tar.get got a present and a cute little gift bag, and went to the shower. I did fine. UNTIL...(You knew that was coming didn't you???)

A not-so-nice girl named Ashley walked in.

(Background: Ashley also had a couple of m/c and is 6 months pregnant, but I'm not really all that excited for her because she's a MAJOR complainer. I've seen her 4 times in the last 4 months, and every time I have seen her she has been complaining about something...morning sickness, bloating, getting kicked, back ache, peeing a lot, how tired she is, blah, blah, blah.)

Back to the story: Another friend, Sherrie, asked Ashley what was wrong because she came in with this horrible look on her face. Ashley pointed at her protruding belly and said, "This" and rolled her eyes.

I wanted to jump out of my skin!!! I think my jaw dropped to the floor. How could someone who had 2 m/c feel so horrible about being pregnant? I mean, did she not know that there would be times when she might be uncomfortable or tired? Don't get me wrong, I know that morning sickness and peeing all the time is difficult, but come on...must you complain about EVERYTHING about your prengnacy. Couldn't she be happy for the fact that she's getting kicked all the time because it means that her baby is thriving in there??? Or couldn't she be happy that the baby is sitting on her bladder because it means that the baby is growing???

It took everything in me not to walk over to her and whisper in her ear, "You know you really need to be more thankful for what you've got because you could be in my infertile shoes trying to come up $30,000 to fund an adoption. Just suck it up and put on a happy face because I would kill to be in your shoes."

But, I didn't. I was nice and just walked away when she started complaining (AGAIN).

The thing that makes me so frustrated about this is that she KNOWS about our struggles. MW asked me once if she could tell Ashley about our m/c's because Ashley was feeling alone in her grief after her second loss. *ROLLING EYES* Now I regret letting MW tell her.

MW emailed to tell me how proud of me she was that I went to the shower. She asked how I was and if I needed to talk, so I let my frustrations out even though she and Ashley are friends. I apologized for talking about her friend, but I just couldn't help it because she made that situation unbearable for me. I really was fine amidst all the baby oohs and ahhs until she walked in. Of course MW understood and told me that Ashley's parents have actually told her to quit complaining. So I feel a little bit better knowing that even her parents can't stand all the whining, but still...I was having a very rare strong moment and she ruined it.