Aww, how sweet. The I-Hate-Kids people read my blog.
Look what someone wrote about me on one of those "brat-free" message boards:
"I read a blog the other day of what has to be the most pathetic infertile woman ever. She is one sad sack of shit. She tried counseling, but she berated her childless-by-choice counselor because said counselor was encouraging her to *gasp* accept her infertility and make the best of her life without children. (Of course, if you can't get pregnant, and you won't adopt, this seems like a rational and sane bit of advice, but I digress.)
She's done IVF eight, yes, EIGHT times. She has spent over $60,000 dollars on ART. In the unlikely event that she will be successful in her quest, she admits there will be no college fund because it will take her and her husband 30 years to pay off their debts, and they just refinanced their house yet again because instead of quitting, she has vowed to continue until it kills her. (She, of course, is not employed outside the home and is not helping to pay for any of this.)
If you read her blog, she spends most of her time in bed, smoking, eating donuts and ice cream. She is now obese. (Do you think that may possibly be impacting her ability to conceive? Nah.) She and her husband can't afford to do anything due to their high debt.
The other day, someone posted something similar on her blog. You would have thought the world imploded because someone suggested she either adopt or accept her childless life.
But she's excited again because she's about to try IVF with a new doctor who will be giving her even more aggressive drugs this time. Isn't insanity defined as doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results? This woman has been to four doctors, and none has been able to help her. And yes, I'll say it here, she's insane. If she weren't suffering from infertility, she'd be in a mental hospital or someone would have had an intervention by now.
If I couldn't have something I wanted, I would go on. There comes a time in everyone's life when he/she looks around and says, I don't have EXACTLY what I want, but I'm going to make the best of what I have. I wouldn't give sickness or infertility the satisfaction of ruining my life. I'm not giving up my health, my hobbies, my exercise, my relationship, or my life to something like that.
I think some of these women are addicted to infertility treatment in that lookit me sort of way."
Can you believe this person actually had the nerve to write this about me? I mean, oh my god, anyone who knows me will tell you that I never, ever smoke cigarettes in bed!
