Facebook alert! Facebook Alert! Come one, come all! Fertile Franny (who got really uncomfortable about hearing how hard it is for me to get pregnant and totally saw me crying at dinner) has had her second child! Huzzah!
What this means:
1. Fertile Franny has only had sex twice (since this is exactly how many times she needed to have sex to conceive two children).
2. I need a Facebook Fast. For realsie.
I’ve read about many bloggers taking a Facebook “time out” because, well, shit. Facebook is a really depressing place for an IF-er. This week, I have been hit with no less than 2 ultrasound pics, one pregnancy announcement, and three “hello world! I’m a newborn!” posts where I’m confronted with mishapen-head- from-birth-canal alien pics.
Sorry kid. I’m sure you’ll be really cute one day, but not now, and please… not while I’m eating.
See? I’m getting bitter and jaded. I’m getting sad and frustrated that I can’t magically pop a misshapen head kid from my nether regions and groan like an earth mother lioness while doing so. I envy these moms who can do this. My little sister is one of those moms I can’t stand it now…on Facebook, she complains about her son’s sleeping patterns, and how sore her boobs are. I’m on a slow burn that she got pregnant on her first try. I can’t tell her this. I can’t tell her that all of her Facebook posts bitching about how my nephew “just won’t nap” enrage me.
Seriously? Is this your biggest problem? Blow me.
Yes, a Facebook Fast is in order. I have to stop pissing myself off by looking at everyone else’s happy families. 7 Days, and we’ll see if I can’t do more! I will start first thing tomorrow.