Well, after the last post saying I was going to write about things other than being broken womb-wise, I'm ... er ... going to just going to quickly tell you about this phone conversation I've just had:
Me: Hello! How are you ... shit! I've just remembered you texted to see if we could come over for the weekend. Sorry, I'm rubbish at replying to texts
Her: Oh don't worry. Actually I had a bit of an ulterior motive for inviting you round that weekend.
Me: Yeah, go on.
Her: Well, remember [my husband]'s best mate left his wife and ended up seeing that girl from work who I can't stand.
Her: She's only gone and got herself knocked up, an 'accident' apparently. My arse, I knew she'd properly get her claws into him.
Her: But because she is clearly going to be hanging around I feel like I need to start accepting her a bit more. So I've invited them over. And because you are so nice and diplomatic and get on with everyone I thought if you guys came over too it might help diffuse the situation.
Me: Rrrright ... weeelllll ... um
Her: Is it the dog?
Me: No, no, the dog's fine. Its just, well, we've been trying to get pregnant since we got married. And at the moment are on a bit of an enforced break. And to be honest I don't think I could really cope with hanging out with someone who has got knocked up really quickly just like that.
Her: Oh god, oh I'm sorry! Forget it. Don't worry. Its fine. I figure you guys were probably trying. But I'm sure it will be fine. Do you remember that couple you met at our barbeque in the summer? Well, they were trying for ages, IVF and everything, then when they gave up and stopped they got pregnant naturally ...
But I do feel quite pleased with myself for actually coming clean and saying no, I can't do this right now.