And when I say "Bitch," I am not only referring to myself, but to the Bitch AF.
(1) I GET TO KEEP MY JOB! MyBoss won the re-election (very easily), so this bee-otch is back for another 4 years!!! (Spoiler alert: this is the one high-point of my post.)
(2) I am in. a. mood. And a really. bad. one. Queen-bitch level. I have this flex spending account that has a hefty balance in it that has to be spent by December 31. My acupuncturist does not take credit cards, so I have to pay by check, and then file a claim. My first claim was filed 2.5 weeks ago. I called to check on it today.... no claim on record there. So... while my personal account quickly dwindles in balance, Flex idiots get to keep the owed-to-me-money in their fat corporate accounts. I hate red tape. Oh, then there's more. Dry.Cl.ean.USA has filed bankruptcy... conveniently after ruining a suit beyond repair, accepting my claim, then ignoring my claim. I now have to file a claim in federal court.... in a Chapter 11 case... as an unsecured debt. Basically, in layman's terms, this means I'll be lucky to receive $5 for a very nice suit. I am SO pissed off. And why so angry at this crap? Read on to (3):
(3) AF showed up today. On day 26. Bitch. All the tiny little needles going in to me on a weekly basis did nothing this cycle. I was hoping she would hold off for another two days. Dr. Needle says "wait to next cycle to see if work" (in his Asian accent). Oh, but my mood is certainly like the AF cycles of yore....
(4) House crap. It was a done deal basically. Until OtherHouseWife freaked (after papers drawn and ready to be signed). She has a fear that "what-if" she loses her job? Will they have to move in to a one-bedroom home (ours that they are buying as a rental property) if she does lose her job? Welcome to my fu*#ing world - stay for a week in Casa-de-Mini. (I do have a little guilt about writing this last point... OtherHouseWife is a friend of mine.... NEVER mix business with friendship.)
I'm so over this infertility/adoption/childlessness/house/flex-spending/filing-claim shit.
I need a drink. NOW.
Showing posts with label infertility. Show all posts
Showing posts with label infertility. Show all posts
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Friday, October 10, 2008
Need to Vent
Ok, I have to get this off my chest. There is a woman I know who is pregnant. She found out this week the sex of her baby. Now, before I vent too much, I want to preface this story with the fact that she is very happy to be pregnant with baby number two and that the baby is healthy. I am very happy for her as well.
Now to the venting part:
She comes in to my office yesterday and says "So, do you want to hear our news?" I said "Sure." She proceeds to tell me that they found out the sex of their second baby. She desperately wanted a girl. She sighs - in front of my desk - and says (without happiness) "We're having a boy. I really wanted a girl. I don't know how to take care of a boy." Um.... ok. Sorry for your freakin' bad luck in the sex-of-your-baby department. Why don't you try not being able to have a baby at all - much less being able to pick the sex you ungrateful fertile b*&$ch. UUGHHHH! So today a group of us are at lunch, and she is sitting across the table from me telling her sex-of-the-baby story to the girl sitting next to me. I tried to block their conversation from my ears, I really did, but it didn't work. I overheard her say that she cried, she literally CRIED in the doctor's office, when she found out she was having a boy. Oh, this woman also complains because a friend of hers is pregnant and due the same week - and this friend of hers will remain skinny while she gets fat. Too *bleepin* bad for you. I - along with other infertiles - would love to be able to experience the weight-gain that pregnancy brings. I have held my tongue long enough during this fiasco.... next time it comes up I am letting loose.
Oh - you want to know if she is aware that we cannot have biological children?
Yes, she knows.
I cried to her in her office when I found out.
Her husband (who is a doctor) gave me my shots in my ass when I was taking fertility drugs.
She knows.
I know I should address this with her and ask her to be a little bit more respectful - but maybe I'm the one who should try to be more tolerant. I'm just so sick of all these fertile people around me. I swear there is something in the water in the building I work. Or maybe in the city's water supply. But I know the real issue is that I am so sensitive to fertiles that I notice them everywhere. It should be classified as a sixth sense. And to top it all off, I want so desperately to talk about Ukulele. That little girl occupies almost every thought all day long. I cannot wait to be her mother!
Much better now - thanks for listening (*reading*).
Now to the venting part:
She comes in to my office yesterday and says "So, do you want to hear our news?" I said "Sure." She proceeds to tell me that they found out the sex of their second baby. She desperately wanted a girl. She sighs - in front of my desk - and says (without happiness) "We're having a boy. I really wanted a girl. I don't know how to take care of a boy." Um.... ok. Sorry for your freakin' bad luck in the sex-of-your-baby department. Why don't you try not being able to have a baby at all - much less being able to pick the sex you ungrateful fertile b*&$ch. UUGHHHH! So today a group of us are at lunch, and she is sitting across the table from me telling her sex-of-the-baby story to the girl sitting next to me. I tried to block their conversation from my ears, I really did, but it didn't work. I overheard her say that she cried, she literally CRIED in the doctor's office, when she found out she was having a boy. Oh, this woman also complains because a friend of hers is pregnant and due the same week - and this friend of hers will remain skinny while she gets fat. Too *bleepin* bad for you. I - along with other infertiles - would love to be able to experience the weight-gain that pregnancy brings. I have held my tongue long enough during this fiasco.... next time it comes up I am letting loose.
Oh - you want to know if she is aware that we cannot have biological children?
Yes, she knows.
I cried to her in her office when I found out.
Her husband (who is a doctor) gave me my shots in my ass when I was taking fertility drugs.
She knows.
I know I should address this with her and ask her to be a little bit more respectful - but maybe I'm the one who should try to be more tolerant. I'm just so sick of all these fertile people around me. I swear there is something in the water in the building I work. Or maybe in the city's water supply. But I know the real issue is that I am so sensitive to fertiles that I notice them everywhere. It should be classified as a sixth sense. And to top it all off, I want so desperately to talk about Ukulele. That little girl occupies almost every thought all day long. I cannot wait to be her mother!
Much better now - thanks for listening (*reading*).
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