Good morning lovely ladies!
How are you all doing? Let me catch up first:
hrobinson,
LOL My nick is PMA as in Positive Mentale Attitude... not PMS!!! That was soo funny!

I, too, don't know what a "toot" is... Whatever happens, I'm with you on this, you've got to follow your inner voice. It's the best advice you can take. Not always easy to differentiate it from fear-based thoughts or wishful thinking, but I'm working hard on this at the moment. I wish you another little bundle of joy very soon hunny. *hug*
chriss
Have fun with your guests this week!
Mir,
Awwwww you're everything but boring! How can such an enthusiastic and dynamic person such as yourself be boring!

Yeah, I'm a doc, big deal...

The only reason I use the title is to shut some mouths around here who don't respect my profession. Usually psychiatrists. Quebec is the only place in the whole North America where psychologists are not allowed to officially diagnose mentale disorders. And why? Because psychiatrists and other doctors were so much against it that the law was never debated. It's ridiculous, because we have the same training compared to other shrinks in North America (in fact, I did my Ph.D. in Ottawa, so in Ontario). So in my reports, I still have to write "diagnostic OPINION". Silly really, but they can't prevent me from using my title. One is legally allowed to be called "doctor" in the workplace if a Ph.D. is required to have one's license... and since 2003, it's the case. So, in your face!

tee hee hee... silly hospital wars...
And about your medical issues, well, I sure wish you to give it a try very soon with DH's boys!

I'm sure it will be very different... I really send a lot of baby dust your way!
nimble,
SO SORRY that today isn't the day! Whew, next week is so far away!!!

:(:( At least you're stuffing your face with cupcake batter... hehehe, good move! I find the cupcake mountain with the photos absolutely amazing! What a great idea, and what a generous gift!!! I, too, considered a fake tierced cake made of cupcakes for a big party we're planning for Sept. 13th (I'll probably do a real one with apple-cake and buttermilk icing instead... and marzipan fall fruits and vegetables for decoration). Oh and to answer your question, I'm a psychologist. How is DH coping with the delay?
And about the "insensitive people" issue... I sail between two attitudes. I, too, was very affected by people becoming pregnant around me, or people visiting with their kids. I felt envy, anger, sadness, resentment, thought about how everything was so unfair and NOBODY in the WORLD could really understand what it was like for me, especially mothers. I, too, felt uneasy in shower parties, looking at the happy people and all the cute clothes and toys, wishing I was at the mommy's place. Over the years, however, I've noticed a shift in my attitude towards all this. It required a lot of work, but I think I'm getting past that, little by little, because I'm working on it.
Someone very wise once told me, "It's not the manner in which hard times show up in your life that matter, but your
reaction to them." We have to face infertility. Other people have to face other difficulties. I don't think our pain can be compared to theirs and, in that respect, I don't think we can say their life is easier than ours no more than they could say we have it easy. Some people seem to have it all, and in addition, they don't seem very compassionate to other people, such as us. But maybe that's precisely the wall they'll hit when, inevitably, they have to face painful events one day or the other. Maybe their lack of life experience will make them very helpless and vulnerable when they face their first struggle.
It's human to think that we're the only ones struggling with problems, and in that regard, our situation seems most unfair. But when you lift a couple of veils and take a hard look around, you soon realize that all your friends struggle with something. Lack of money, marital issues, problems at work, interpersonal tensions, mental health issues, other health issues, violence, and so on. When I take a hard look around, I can't name one of our friends or relatives who truly has it easy. Their problems may be different, they may seem less serious than ours, but I can't possibly evaluate their pain and compare it to ours. Because it's all a matter of perspective, it's impossible to compare.
One thing that I try to teach my patients, and it's not easy, is that pain is part of life. It's an inherent part of the game, if you will. Nobody will escape it forever. Some people readily accept that fact, but somehow think it should not apply to them... they think they can outsmart it, avoid it, and when it hits them, inevitably, they struggle with acceptance for years sometimes before they can finally face the facts. Once people really accept that, however, that acceptance helps their adaptation tremendously.
In the same vein, one can't avoid pregnant women or babies forever. I respect people who listen to their limits and don't expose themselves to painful situations unnecessarily. I do the same; it's not selfish, it's human. Also, I completely approve of people who stop seeing friends who show no compassion for their situation, when it causes them unnecessary conflict and drama. However, the best way to adapt to a situation is not to avoid it. Avoidance usually worsens things over time. I've noticed that the time I spent grudgingly fretting about meeting a pregnant friend was often far worse than the encounter itself. Even if we talked about the baby, I found that I was able to differentiate my situation from hers and rejoice with her. It helped my adaptation.
With time, I've realized that no one can really understand what it is to go through what I'm going through. I'm going through it with my values, my past experiences, my personality. Of course no one can see and feel things the way I do, not completely. With that understanding, I had to let go of my expectations towards people. That they would send an email or call me before a big test, that they would know how to react during a given part of the treatment, that they would never dare speak about their pregnancy when I just had a failed treatment. It used to make me feel abandoned, misunderstood, and made the whole situation seem even more unfair. Sometimes, it's human, I still struggle with acceptance and people's attitudes can still harm me. But I'm working on it, and that's what's most important.
I just wanted to share those thoughts with you guys. My two humble cents, which are just an opinion that you can take or leave. Bottom line is...

I wish we could all go out together for a nice meal, discuss all this together, and above all have fun!
Have a good day ladies,
Sophie
