April 12, 2004

You Know What This Means, Right?

I was at my workout/bullshit session with some of the local womenfolk tonight and we were slagging on life in general, which is not unusual. J had started her period and was cramping, and she turned to me and said, "Do you have any idea how emotional you're going to get when you're on fertility drugs?" I looked behind me to see who she was talking to, and then it hit me. How emotional I'm going to get?!

J said that she had a friend who went on the drugs and the friend would just break down bawling anytime she saw a baby. This lady cried for 5 months until she finally got knocked up. I only cry when I am so pissed off that I simply cannot express my rage in any other way. Most of my co-workers know this about me, and I'm a little concerned what might happen in a few months, say if I happen to cross paths with an Anne Geddes calendar. Here's what certain rooms of the office would sound like:

Person A: "Why are you under the desk?"
Person B: "What'd you do to piss her off this time?"
Person A: "Piss who...wait, I didn't do anything. She's pissed?"
Person B: "She's crying."
Person A: "Oh God. Do you have anything that can stop her?"
Person B: "I'm all outta bullets in the elephant gun, and we're 85 miles from Krispy Kreme."
Person A: "Let's bow our heads and pray."

More emotional. Great.