On Friday night we had a surprise party for one of H's friends. I love being there wirh his friends. They are such a tight knit group of long time friends. ex - H had gone to elementary school with the birthday boy.
Please to be recalling this is the South. People in this town marry young and have children young. H and I are the only married couple without kids.
Birthday boy's wife is pregnant. That we hard. Also, at each of his friend's house, they all have the same picture on the fridge. The picture of the couple in the hospital, with the woman in the bed and her H stading over her, and one of them holding the new baby. Every. damn. fridge has this picture. That was hard, too.
Towards the end of the night someone asked when we are going to have kids. I said, "we can't." And I think the person thought I meant it like people do when they say they can't eat anymore and then they have desert, so I had to reiterate, no, we really can't. We each have issues really can't have kids, I said.
That was a nice kick to clam after burying Paw. But, at least now people know. MIL & FIL have added us to the prayer list at church...so they feel better about it, guess. Knowing what we are going through doesn't stop them from talking about everyone they know who is pregnant. It would make *me* feel better if they would stop that.
Although, when talking about H's 15 year-old cousin who got his GF pregnant, MIL used the word slut and that was entertaining.
