infertility

Here’s what I’m talking about. I told you yesterday about having some sort of stomach virus the last couple of days. Today, my husband calls me from work to see how I’m feeling because he knew that I slept a little late. “I’m okay.. just still a little nauseated and really weak for some reason.” Okay, instead of him thinking (and saying) the logical, ‘Oh, you probably have a stomach bug.’, I get, “Oh.. maybe you’re pregnant!!” I could tell by the sound of his voice that there was a smile on his face when he said. Of course, I have to be the logical one of the group and squash his great mood by saying, ‘uh..no.. tubes are still blocked, so no baby on board.’ When it took him a few minutes to say anything, and then telling me that suddenly he needed to go, I knew then that he was really disappointed and didn’t know what to say. Two or three minutes later, I got a text from him saying that it was probably the stomach virus and I might need to go to the doctor.

I guess sometimes it’s hard for us to see just how wrapped up in our fertility that our counterparts can be. I mean, the idea of being pregnant honestly never came to my mind (well, other than the ‘Gosh, I wasn’t even this sick when I WAS pregnant’ thought). I thought it was a bit bittersweet for him to be thinking it today. Of course, it just brings the whole infertile issue right back to the forefront of my mind, but he didn’t mean to. He was trying to be optimistic. I, on the other hand, was the one who had to burst his bubble.