Brilliance and perfection:
i jus need to eat some cheese. i hear it has power.
I wish I had that for all of the helpful folks who told me during our infertility madness that if I just stopped stressing about it, I’d get pregnant.
It never occurred to them that I wasn’t stressed untilafter we’d spent a year and a half trying…
Slim, tell me about it. “If you’d just relax …” which basically says to you, “You’re an uptight whore and it’s YOUR FAULT.”
Someday I will work up the energy to post my very long post about the Sexist Fertility Machine, with Some Appended Thoughts Upon Doctors Who Suck, but for now just the thought of it makes me tired.
Ah, yes, I’ve been the recipient of quite a lot of that sort of thing — everything from someone opining that the discrimination I deal with because of being visibly physically handicapped would magically go away if I’d just “learn to get out of my own way” and “start thinking positively,” to the person who suggested I should have hyperbaric treatments to cure my cerebral palsy. (The golden hour aside, I’ve got four words regarding the efficacy ofthat one: Na. Guh. Ha. Pen. In fact, pretty much everything down to the laws of physics agree…)
How about the doc that told me I just had tothink about sex more and the pregnancy would magically happen?
Translation: CLAP LOUDER, YOU LAZY BITCH.
And she was a OBGYN.
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