My sister, the asshat
Yesterday, in the course of one short taqueria lunch, my beloved sister said the following:
1) Referring to an acquaintance who is having fertility problems: "Why don't they just adopt?"*
2) Referring to a friend of hers from work, who recently had her third child: "She ended up bottle-feeding the third one because she said she 'just couldn't get her to nurse,' if you can believe it. I mean, come on, how can any mother not get her baby to nurse? It's natural. What would she do if there wasn't any such thing as formula? Would she let her baby starve?"
3) Referring to her personal enlightenment over the sixteen years since she had her first baby: "You know, I used to be a lot more judgemental. I mean, I still think having a natural birth is by far the best way, but I guess now I don't really blame women who choose to get the drugs. I mean, I still think it's wrong, but they probably don't know that. Or women who stop breastfeeding at six months instead of a year--I don't judge them as much anymore."
*Note: Just for the sake of clarity and context, the acquaintance is in a roughly similar position to Jeff and me. Basically, my sister was saying, "Why don't you just adopt?" After a moment's frozen disbelief, I gathered what calmness I could find and proceeded to disabuse her of the notion of "just." She did not seem properly chastened, but I think the message entered at least the outer layer of her self-absorbed consciousness. And I am fully prepared to hammer it home, Thor-like, if provoked.
P.S. Day 4 estradiol at 788. Ultrasound tomorrow.