Day 41

Still no period.  My back is killing me, which often happens during my period, but there is no blood.  I'm at a loss as to what to do.  I think I will wait until Friday or Saturday and if I haven't started by then, I'll do another pregnancy test.  I guess.

And now I have to rant a bit.

So a friend of mine, who is about to turn 37, is about 8 months pregnant with her second baby.  I'm good friends with both her and her husband from college, and until recently I really liked them both a lot.  I went to the baby shower for her first baby, and even brought them a meal after the baby was born, even though I was single and poor and paying off huge student loans (I live about 90 minutes away, so I drove there and bought them a bunch of food, which was not cheap).  I have put up with getting extensive emails every three months detailing every little thing about their lives and their child and what he eats and says and likes and plays with.  Etc, etc.

I didn't go to the baby shower for the second baby, which was the weekend before thanksgiving, because I am morally opposed to showers for second babies (and if anyone says it's ok if the baby is a different sex, I will have to whip out my Feminist card.  Babies are babies.  Boy or girl, they both need basically the same things).  Well, yesterday, I received an invitation to sign up on a calendar to bring them meals.  It was sent by my friend herself, not by someone else on her behalf.  I nearly lost it.  Of course, they don't know that we've been trying to get pregnant for over a year (since before they got pregnant), but still.  I can't even imagine sending out a mass request for people to bring me food!  It's not like they're having a hard time.  They're actually doing quite well for themselves.

This is not to say that I wouldn't want to help out a friend.  My best friend gave birth this summer, 6 days before my wedding.  She was a bridesmaid, and I did everything I could to make it easy for her to be there, because having her there was more important to me than having everything be perfect.  Her birthday was the weekend after I got back from my honeymoon, so I made her dinner and brought it to her (over an hour away).  I did it because I wanted to, and not because she created a calendar where she expected everyone to sign up to bring her things.

Now that I'm looking at the possibility of rather expensive infertility treatments, I have to admit, I'm a little disgusted.  I also won't be participating, and I will probably just ignore the request.