My mom has been very supportive through all of this – I told her we were trying a month or two after we started (I figured I needed to warm her up to the idea, she was never crazy about becoming a grandmother) and she’s been right there asking me how things are going and keeping in touch and extending her sympathies and hopes. Both of our mothers, actually. So it makes sense that we’d call both of them today to just let them know that unfortunately it didn’t work this time.

My mom said, “Oh, I’m so sorry it didn’t work out,” several times throughout the phonecall. But then, minutes before we’re hanging up, for some reason she decided to tell me that her friend so-and-so – do I remember so-and-so’s kids? (Yes, I remember them, sort of.) Oh well, kid1 just had their second baby like yesterday, and kid2 had their first just 5 days ago! Isn’t that funny?

O.O Why on earth she decided that was an appropriate topic for this phone call I will probably NEVER know. But that is very like my mom. She’s always loved me, and she’s always tried to be supportive. She just somestimes… fails… because I think she’s on a totally different wavelength. (And honestly at this point in time I can just roll my eyes about it and pass it off as “just my mother”, because in comparison to other things she’s said and done it’s nothing.)

I forgot to mention, while at Home Depot today talking to the guy about the washer and dryer we were buying another salesperson – a woman – walked by with fliers. He called out to her, they exchanged a few sentences. Then he says to us, “She’s pregnant.” And I swear to god I nearly had to walk away. Instead I took a few breaths and thought about fucking luck I have.

And when we went to check out? Yep. We got pregnant lady. Who was fine. Unfortunately as she’s ringing us out and printing off the multiples of reciepts we need for rebates and such another coworker calls out, “Congratulations! Got a name yet?” And she tells him about the name, and how she’s had a name picked out for years now, blah blah blah. And yet again, I’m thinking that I am having the shittiest day ever.

I mean, seriously? Now I have nothing against pregnant women – in fact just yesterday I would have looked at them wistfully and smiled because I was soon going to be one. But today?? Do I really need to bump into pregnant women TODAY? I sure am glad I am handling this well enough. Bursting into tears on the spot would have been very embarassing for Den to explain to people.