Tuesday, December 28, 2010

In which a new word is invented.....

I survived Christmas Eve (after, you know, various parental guilt trips, other minor family drama, cajoling, and of course, a tide-turning bribe).

The huge gift was money. It was nice, and took care of a lot of debt that was weighing us down, which will allow us to save for treatment/adoption/whatever much more quickly. Yay. We were also blessed to receive many other nice gifts from our families (including the juicer I’ve been wanting so that I can kick off my health nut streak). Our gifts to everyone were generally well received, as well (a nice bonus).

I won’t lie – there were several moments of “That was awkward,” and several moments, involving some combination of pregnant mother/big sister to be/expectant dad, of “I think my soul is tearing in two,” and a few unnoticed tears shed. All in all, though, I thought I handled the evening with grace.

We spent the next day at home, paying off debt (yay for online banking!), eating and enjoying each other’s company. Later that night we had some folks over to the house to hang out/drink whiskey. All in all, I thought I might have made it through the holiday unscathed without permanent damage. Hubby said he was proud of me. I was proud of me.

That is, until last night. Quick backstory: Hubby’s SIL is pregnant and in danger of losing the baby (my MIL’s exaggeration) getting put on bedrest. She is, I think, around 32-33 weeks. They have a not-quite-two year old and three dogs, and he is a new medical school graduate/slave doctor. Hubby’s mom has been going to stay with them (they live 2 hours away) during the week, and since my FIL travels for work, we get their own dog dumped on us.

Anyway, the MIL came over last night while I was at work to drop off the dog and subject Hubby to a lecture. Among other things, she told him – get this - that B (his SIL) and M (his brother), were upset on Christmas Eve because they felt like “no one was making a big deal about the new baby” because of me. (To his credit, he didn’t want to hurt my feelings by telling me this but it came out in unrelated conversation). Later, she called to tell him that B and M didn't necessarily actually say anything like that to her. She had simply inferred it. And felt the need to lecture us about it.

Nothing she says surprises me anymore, not really, but that was really hurtful and a pretty terrible thing to say. I mean, I never asked anyone to treat B and M differently because I just lost a pregnancy 2 months ago. I would never do that. In fact, I didn’t want to go to Christmas celebrations because I didn’t want anyone – myself, Hubby, M and B, or anyone else – to feel awkward because of my presence. They coerced us into going to serve their own purposes and then try to make me feel bad about it. I didn’t run screaming at the sight of the creepy pregnant belly. I didn’t break down crying when Hubby’s grandma gave me a present – wrapped and with my name clearly on the tag – that, when opened, turned out to be a maternity and nursing shirt, clearly meant for B instead (FML).

I know, my life sucks. It is depressing. It makes me sad to see myself contrasted with someone who can have babies, to see my pathetic “family” of two next to a growing family of nearly four, to think of how I would have fit into that maternity shirt if only the last pregnancy had been different. I’m sorry if it makes other people feel sad or awkward too.

That’s why I wanted to stay the fuck home.

There were other things said, but really I am just too livid and sad (can I say “sivid” instead? Did I just invent a word? Awesome!) sivid to begin the process of unraveling what it all means.

But let’s end this on a positive note, shall we? The hubs got me a GORGEOUS set of emerald earrings with a matching pendant. I am not really a sparkly kind of girl (I actually asked for a Dyson) but green is my favorite color, and these are truly beautiful. I am so thankful that he knows me well enough to know what I would like even though I didn’t even know I wanted them! I’ll try to get a picture of them up later…..

I hope you all had a very blessed holiday, a Merry Christmas, or simply a good weekend.


  1. I'm sorry you had to deal with pregnant IL's and crazy MIL. SO glad that the $$ was enough to help you move towards your goal and I hope 2011 is a much, much happier year.

  2. I think you're amazing that you went, survived, and didn't throw a drink in someone's face (which is what i would have wanted to do).

  3. This is crazy. OH, I'm sorry. Forgive me if my miscarriages are too sensitive an issue for the family to understand. WTF??? You're a bigger woman that I if you don't give her a piece of your mind. How absolutely horrible. How downright insensitive and nasty of her.

    I'm glad that you got a wonderful gift from DH and that the money helped you with your debt.

  4. I think the present would have thrown me over the edge. It sounds like you handled it with grace. You have more strength than you realize!

    Your emeralds sound awesome! I love them too.

  5. I have been curious to hear how it all went down on Christmas and if you indeed survived. You are very brave, I would have sad home and told them to send me the money OR I would have sent hubby.
    F*ck them if they are feeling bad because no one made a big deal over them because of you.
    The earrings sound awesome!!! I hope 2011 is your year!

  6. Wow what a great gift from hubby! Mine also gave me a gift I didn't even know I wanted! On the other note, MIL is being ridiculous. Why does everyone need to be so sensitive of their feelings and totally disregard yours? I agree with the other peeps-you handled this well. You were manipulated into going and I'm glad you got a gift you really needed. Take care :)

  7. LOVE sivid.

    I have had many sivid moments during this process and though I intend to give you full props for the word, I intend to start using it!

    I think your inlaws sound self centered and bitchy. If they cant see where you are, what you've been through and what this cost you to be there and have a little sensitivity then I feel like I want to slap them upside the head with a wet fish. Yes really.

    Im sorry they are so cruel and I hope you take the money to make good come about for you so that you can have the life you dreamed and these issues can become issues about how they pander to your kids and spoil them instead!

    Wishing you all good things for this coming year. x

  8. You are very brave and you did well! I'm sorry that she actually said that to you and that you had to open that gift, though.
    May 2011 be a good year for you!