“A F*cking Three Year-Old Doesn’t Know The Guest List, Son.”

The weird dividing line between “events for parents” and “events for non-parents.”

At some point in going through infertility or having a bunch of miscarriages or God forbid a DNC or two, you realize: Hey, there’s a probable chance that I will never have biological kids. This is a hard realization, and you gotta deal with it in various ways. For me that’s included probably all of the grief stages + a few additional ones that I created for myself in the whole process, and then some cringe/cope around how I know so many guys who can’t put two sentences together or tie a trash bag for their wife, and yet they produce kid after kid and I’m here with nada. It’s sad.

One interesting thing in the whole arc of “others get it and you don’t” is the support level that you receive. Some people are good at this; most are not. This is logical, because if you have never been through month after month of not getting anywhere on the kid front, you can’t really relate to that, especially if you’re a guy who “looks at her and gets her pregnant,” which is one of my all-time favorite triggers since it also conveys a complete lack of understanding of science and, in fact, a diminuitive approach to life in general. Anyway.