There is nothing sexy about this. It’s truly the only comfortable thing I can fathom that doesn’t involve a large body of water, and possibly a boat. Since we have been unsuccessful at goading any of our friends into purchasing a boat? I dream of the underwear / bed / book / AC combo.
Instead? We are hosting My Guy’s entire family this weekend. He is one of 5 siblings. When the entire family gathers, I find myself a bit … well, more than a bit … overwhelmed. It’s yet another gathering that awakens my inner Foxie Doxie and makes me want to hide under the covers.
The in-laws? Are good people. And I will get my hands on our new nephew for the first time. So, this is exciting.
However … now that we’ve been married for lo these 15 months, I am bracing myself for questions of the “So, when are you having kids?” variety.
My Guy and I got some news today that probably put the final nail in the proverbial fertility coffin. As in, for real? If we have a biological child, it will most likely mean the second coming is upon us. And since I’m not a virgin? I’m pretty sure that I would not be the first choice to carry Jesus The Deuce.
So, yeah. The oven? Empty. No buns.
We’re reeling a bit. And cleaning, and running to the grocery store, and wondering just how crazy Crazy SIL’s new boyfriend might be.
Maybe all of this activity will provide our collective married-couple subconscious with a nice opportunity to work through some of this information. But if somebody asks about the functioning of my ladyoven, and why we don’t just get with the program and pop out some younguns already?
Well … so far, I have a handful of possible responses. Vote for your favorite, or suggest your own!
Option 1: Run crying out of room. Lock self in bathroom, where flask of brown likker will be hidden.
Option 2: Pick up nearest piece of furniture. Break it over head of imbecile who asked rude question. Turn to other family members and start random conversation about this summer’s tomato crop, as if nothing unusual just happened.
Option 3: Take a deep breath and channel inner Julia Sugarbaker. Be ridiculously poised and gorgeous, and carefully enunciate 1 of these bons mots:
- Bon mot 1: Honey, how sweet of you to be concerned with such sensitive areas! And by sensitive areas, of course I mean my lady areas.
- Bon mot 2: Now, you know the judge said My Guy isn’t supposed to procreate, what with that criminal insanity and all.
- Bon mot 3: Well, we’re still trying to figure out, umm … S-E-X. Is it really supposed to work the way the books say? Can you show us?
Oh, honey. I'm sorry. I'd go with the deadpan "I'm barren...please make mine a double." It's a classic. xoxo
ReplyDeleteIt's certainly not as clever as Mrs. G's suggestion, but how about responding with a question of your own, such as "When are you going to get that desperately-needed nosejob?" accompanied by a sympathetic shake of your head.
ReplyDeleteThis is tough news and difficult to absorb. Lean on Your Guy and take breaks from the fam when you need them.
I am SO bad at anything approaching a witty comeback, I am no help here. I am just sorry that you got crap news, and I wish you had some peaceful time to process together. Hang in there.
ReplyDeleteugh. I'm with Mrs. G. Give 'em hell.
ReplyDeleteMy heart hurts for you, Cha Cha. I'm so sorry.
ReplyDeleteI think 1 is best because it serves the double purpose of getting you out of the crowd for some solitary time (plus liquor!).
Am hoping for some fun cray-zay in-law tales soon...
Julia Sugarbaker for the win! Yes, ma'am, you go full on Sugarbaker on their asses.
ReplyDeleteAlso. I'm sorry. I feel a bit of your pain, in a way, and I'm sad for the rest of it, the part nobody but you can even imagine. Hugs and prayers your way...
What Mrs. G said.
ReplyDeleteSorry to hear about your oven. It really is such a private matter that becomes so public.
ReplyDeleteI stuck my foot down my throat a few months ago when I went on and on at lunch with some coworkers about why one of them should be a mom-she's so sweet, they are a pretty couple-the babies would be perfect, etc...and someone later told me taht they heard she has been trying for years.
I apologized to her later and let her know that I would be more aware of keeping out of other peoples' uteruses in the future.
I like the idea of just saying: It's apparently not an option-not by any lack of pure will and desire on my part.
I think people don't mean to be rude by inquiring and it would just make things uncomfortable to be direct with a quick response...
Best to you with your family visit!
Sending virtual hugs your way. That news blows.
ReplyDeleteI vote for Sugarbaker all the way!
When people ask : hey, when you are you going to finally get married? I say: hey, when you are finally getting divorced?
ReplyDeleteWhen they sak: so when are you going to have kids? I say: hey, when you are you finally going to give up those kids for adoption?
Ok, I never say either of these things, but woudln't that just put an end to those ridiculous questions????
When people ask : hey, when you are you going to finally get married? I say: hey, when you are finally getting divorced?
ReplyDeleteWhen they sak: so when are you going to have kids? I say: hey, when you are you finally going to give up those kids for adoption?
Ok, I never say either of these things, but woudln't that just put an end to those ridiculous questions????