So I talked to my sister in law today. This would be the sister in law who has three children that she doesn't discipline or otherwise really take care of. The three children that she and her husband are more than pleased to abdicate responsibility for whenever anyone else shows up and sits still for five minutes in the presence of their truly horrible three children.
Turns out she's pregnant. Again.
Well, at least this time she told me.
I knew this was coming. I suspected as much last time I saw her. And frankly, the youngest is almost two already so it's about time she popped another one out for someone else (preferably her mother) to take care of.
One of the times ago that she was pregnant was shortly after (or frankly not so shortly after) Chuck and I dealt with our infertility issues. (If you really care to read about them, sift through my archives here, I can't be bothered to go through them myself and it's old, boring news at this point anyway).
But no one wanted to tell me.
Poor barren Beth, I'm certain was what was on all their little minds. No one wanted to "hurt my feelings" cuz sister in law was popping them out faster then you can say Jack Robinson, and all poor barren Beth had was one child. Well, my feelings weren't hurt. I was pissed off.
Pissed off because: 1. I'm not barren. I'm probably one of the most fertile women you'll ever meet, our infertility issues were not a result of my issues, it was just one of those things; and 2. I'm a fucking adult and it was a bullshit excuse, so let's just call a spade a spade and move on with things.
When she told me today I made all the appropriate noises and congratulated her. What the hell, it's her choice.
Me: I hit the jackpot with the first kid and and more then happy with what I've got.
Posted by beth at September 8, 2003 12:44 AM