May 13, 2007 - 6:03 AM.

For god's sake stop worrying about what's not your problem

I might be getting done reading the blogs of the "former infertiles." They are mothers now, many wanting more children and knowing it is not going to happen, and here comes mother's day and guess what? They cannot enjoy it on their blogs. Even with children 2, 4, 6 years old, all they feel they can allow themselves is "Oh I'm so sorry you're not with me yet." I mean these are the same women who will brook no sympathy from other infertile women -- "get your fucking baby dust away from me" -- but when it comes to believing they are mothers and yes a silly Hallmark holiday is here again, the only blog topic allowed is How Mothers' Day Has Hurt Me, Evil Mothers' Day!

It's not wrong. It's just boring.

My own is so sweet lately. Nothing in particular, just tons of chat (and back-chat!), learning sympathy, pretend play with his little bus-riding characters, proto-beginning to move his hands along w/school songs. We have picked up signing again in a big way, particularly for emotions; he just seems to understand things more fully when he can sign as well as speak. And we have begun to really explain "why" when he objects to something (dipe change, leave the store), and it's going really well. Doesn't always change the objection, but helps him through it or helps us modify our plan. Instead of asking "why" directly, he looks at us and hints, "Cuz . . ." He will also sign "why" while parroting, "D'you know why d'you know why?" -- twice because I usually say it once, realize I didn't sign it, and repeat it while getting around in front of him with the sign.

First trip to the Children's Museum last week -- great success. With our lawn recently seeded and not YET sprouted, he hasn't been able to play in the yard for almost 2 weeks and it's awful. Soon, soon, I hope!

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