Thursday, October 31, 2013

overdone topic

Are you pregnant? No
Do you guys want to have kids? Yes
So are you trying? ... ... ... ...


That last question always gets me. Initially I'm offended. That's such a private inquiry. Why would it be okay to even ask that? Sure I'm Little Miss Privacy but this just seems beyond on my own personal quirks.

Technically all of those questions are private. If I’m really being honest the last one just bugs me because of all the baggage it carries with it. It's loaded. It’s like when you know too much. The “insider” information is what gets me. All of the facts and figures, the time frames, the disappointments, and the uncertainty rushes to my head and I find myself staring blankly at the person who asks. Not In horror more like pleading not to press further. I’m completely disengaged.  More than they bargained for. A seemingly innocent question that unleashes… everything.

I guess it's not the question. It's not even the person. It's all the attachments I've made to the idea. We are trying. We have been. I know exactly how long and have obviously unsuccessfully. That's the nerve it hits. Knowing how long. Knowing the effort. All the things that should’ve worked and didn’t.

Some people have been at it for much longer. Trust me, I know them and I know their stories. But this is my personal journey. I have an idea of my expectations and my longevity and in that sense we’re also different. I may not be as patient as them. Or certain. Or capable. Or all of those qualities being tested by the struggle. It's a case by case basis. That’s my long version to a very short answer.

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