Tonight, I’m going to drop a quick blog post just to get my thoughts out….thoughts that have been floating around my head like stars that appear in a ring above a cartoon character’s head once they’ve been bopped in the head.
Yesterday, I got asked THE QUESTION again. A third, or even fourth, time in the past month. EGADS!
This question: “Are you going to have another?”
Uh, yup. I tried to appear unphased by THE QUESTION. To spare me from the quizzical look, scratching of the head, head tilting, and the whole 20 questions exchange that was bound to happen if I didn’t cut straight to the chase, I did just that. I cut straight to the “I had problems during childbirth and had to have my uterus removed 3 days after having my daughter.” You bet that stopped the questioning dead in its tracks.
Granted, I am so glad I still seem to appear young enough to be able to have children. Don’t let my perpetually childish/mischievous glint in my eyes and behavior fool you (for those of you who happen to know me personally)…..though I have to admit that my energy is fading little by little each year. My appearance takes a serious hit with each winter that passes. I noticed that I came out of this past winter looking older than ever. :( Believe me when I say I’m not as young as I look. Aside from the fact that I’m past my prime in having children, my ability to have more children was stopped dead in its tracks three days after I had my daughter over seven years ago. Very sobering information to share with you, but them’s the cards with which I was dealt, and I have learned to deal with this loss over the years. And I really would very much like to avoid constantly being asked THE QUESTION. It’s like having a wound heal almost fully, only to have it fester again with a new infection in the form of someone’s innocent but thoughtless questioning.
Sometimes I wish I could just wear a neon sign that says “Don’t ask if I’m going to have another baby.” In fact, I wish I had a sign for each one of my commuting (keep your knees, bags, and/or elbows to yourself) and driving (what are your car signals for if you don’t use them; get off my bumper; get off the damn cell phone before you kill someone) pet peeves!
Anyway, I just whipped up my own e-card via Some ECards of the sign I would want to flash every. single. time I get asked THE QUESTION.
Certain things, like whether a couple is planning to start a family, or a woman is planning to have a(nother) baby…..are best kept to oneself. Chances are, you will be sprinkling salt onto a wound that is raw and having difficulty healing. As the saying goes, when in doubt, keep your mouth zipped.
There is a reason why they say that SILENCE IS GOLDEN.