Today I have two barbeques to go to, and tomorrow I am having lunch with most of my family on my dad’s side. These opportunities feel like mixed blessings. On one hand, I get to go out, drink, socialize, and pretend that I am a normal human being. I will get dressed up, be careful with my makeup. I will make stupid jokes, see people I haven’t seen in a long time, maybe there will even be some dancing involved. I will laugh. I will have fun.
On the other hand, I will lie. Lie, lie, and lie some more. Because when people you haven’t seen for a long time see you, they want to catch up. They ask you how you are doing, and they want to know what you are up to. When you are pregnant and not telling anyone yet, this is especially fun. First of all, why are you not drinking? My favorite lie for that used to be that I was on antibiotics, and alcohol makes me sick (this is a double lie, because antibiotics never make me sick. I still think it’s a good lie.). And what have you been up to? I HAVE BEEN MAKING AND GROWING A BABY!!! OMG!!! is what you want to scream, because what you “have been doing lately” is fucking amazing and you should get some goddamn credit for it. But you smile with your secret and say, oh, you know, just the regular-old-stuff – work and family and all that. And in your mind you fantasize about the day you will be able to post on Facebook, in some very cute and wholly original way, that you are expecting.
After a miscarriage, the lies are still necessary, because what kind of party-pooper says “Well, I just had my 4th miscarriage 3 1/2 weeks ago, and I have been extremely depressed and feeling very hopeless” in response to a benign inquiry into what you’ve been doing lately? WAAH WAAAAH…talk about Debbie Downer. So I will talk about being so busy with the end of the school year and now finally I am on summer break, and how I am looking forward to our trip to Mexico in 3 weeks. Hey, those things are actually all true, now that I think about it. But they’re not the whole truth. I will leave out the crying fits, the weird Chinese fertility doctor I have been seeing and the strange teas I have been drinking, the consultation with the RE, the struggle to sleep on my own without drugging myself, the new psychiatrist I’ve been seeing, and the fact that I started a blog I will never give them the link to. I will just smile. I will laugh. I will have fun.