Since we were slapped with the label "infertility" I have tried really hard not to become THAT person. You know the one. The one that people can't talk to about their pregnancys or babies or kids or anything like that. I like hearing about other people's news. Obviously I'm pretty open about my own struggles, but that doesn't mean that I fall apart at mere mention of what others have that I so desperately want. However, I do understand that there are infertile people who truly can't listen to stories of pregnancy, babies, or kids. And that's OK for them. Unfortunately, that puts fertile folks between a rock and a hard place. Until they are absolutely sure which group you fall into they have no idea what to say to you and will invariably say the wrong thing. Poor fertile folks.
What brings this up? Brian. He has found, quite surprisingly, that he is THAT person. He didn't know that THAT person even existed, let alone that he was THAT person. And it was a shock to him, and he didn't like it. Earlier this year there was a pregnancy explosion in his department at the hospital. A few people there knew of our struggles. Then we, too, joined the explosion. But, alas, were banned 10 weeks later.
This weekend Brian told me that he found out that people at work were taking extra care not to speak of their pregnancys around him. He also found out that one of the doctors has a newly pregnant wife and didn't say anything in his presence. Brian doesn't want to be THAT person. He isn't THAT person. And it sounds like he cleared it up with everyone. I was sad for him finding out he was THAT person, when he didn't even know that such a person existed.