Tonight I had to do something all of us infertiles dread....
shopping for a baby shower DUN DUN DUUUUUN!!!
I know all my IF girls sympathize with me on this one...
Stab us in the ass/hip/stomach with triggers/injectables...shoot dye/freshly 'washed' semen up our cervixes...make us take so many pills our bodies and minds are so corrupt with hormones we can't even begin to see straight......but throw us in a store full of baby stuff surrounded by preggo bellies and happy families registering for their baby showers and we run crying like 5 year old girls!
Ah yes, that was me tonight in one of our local Targets. I have a baby shower to go to on Saturday and I am making myself go to this one. In the past almost 2 years of TTC I have only been to one baby shower because it was a cousin of mine that I absolutely ADORE. (yes Linds you! xoxo) Every other baby shower I have been invited to I somehow came up with a fancy scheme to get out of, but it's time for me to face my fears.
So DH and I are in Target trying to quickly pick out gifts for this shower and it was like every corner I turned there was a huge preggo belly staring me down! They were all I could see! I swear all the baby bellies of the world were there tonight stalking me and taunting me..one jumped out and even tried to bite me...okay maybe not but I ran from them like they were trying to. I got stuck in a huge gaggle of girls with a registry list ooohing and awwwing over cribs and bedding...I got trapped behind a couple picking out "My Daddy Loves Me" shirts...Moms telling their kids to pick out outfits for their new baby brother or sister...I needed OUT!
We grabbed the first couple of boy things we could find and I hightailed it for the check out stand trying to gasp for air...of course not before accidentally literally ramming a display of baby clothes with my cart, forcing it to lunge back a good 5 feet almost knocking the damn thing over!!!
Praying I have better luck at the shower... lol