My mother in law was unimpressed.
We told her we’ve been trying to get pregnant since the beginning of the year. She said, “So… are you pregnant?” No. “So you just wanted to tell me you’ve been trying?” Uh huh. “Oh. Ok.”
Then there was about 15 seconds of conversation about being fertility-challenged, before she changed the subject entirely.
I’ll tell you, I was a little startled at how underwhelmed she was. She regularly inquires when we might bless her with grandbabies. And now we say we’ve been trying, and she basically goes “That’s nice. You know, next time you’re out here, you should help me install a pond in my yard!”
I haven’t told my parents yet. I really am not looking forward to it. They’ll probably take it more seriously. They are generally more emotive people, and are way better at empathy; they won’t just dismiss it as non-news that they’re no closer to a grandchild. They will worry.
I called the doctor’s office yesterday. I was kind of cranky, especially after I had to call 4 times before anybody answered and then I was still put on hold. I told the tech that Dr. W hadn’t returned my call Friday. He wasn’t going to be able to speak to me yesterday, either, because he was in surgery all day. I said that was ok, because what I really wanted was an appointment and not to just talk to him on the phone, anyway. I don’t want to just try again with a higher dosage. I pretty clearly did not ovulate at all and I really want to try to figure out what’s going on.
The tech went, “Absolutely. How’s Thursday morning?”
Tremendous. I don’t know what it’ll involve, but I do have an appointment this week. Good start.