I found a wonderful support group online when going through infertility treatments. I am really grateful for those girls. I do not know how I would survive the darkest days of my infertility.
I just got an invitation for a dinner from one of those girls, inviting 5 of us. I don't want to go. The last time that I went, one year ago, was horrible. I just sat there and almost did not say a word. I guess you have guessed why.
I am the only non-mom there. Two of my friends adopted from Russia. Two of them gave birth. So, the only topic (and I literally mean the only one) threre are babies.
I think I have a beautiful life. But for my IVF buddies I am the ultimate failure.
Today they exchanged tons of emails (I just received all of them, haven't responded yet). They were fixing the exact date of our (=their) dinner. And there were tons of comments - for example - "Oh, no, Saturday is not a good day, Daddy has to go....".
Oh my God. Can you imagine. And we all know what is her husband's name. No need to call him Daddy. At least not in emails that are sent to me as well.
Resolution: I am so not going. Prefer to stay at home and read a book.
Observation: friends that got children after infertility are often the most insensitive ones.
I am really happy to have my Mattie... have to go now... we have an evening date (=quick walk, now she is free since the little ones are already sleeping).