The childless couple gets all the pity invitations. “It’s Jilly’s first birthday party on Saturday but I’ll understand if you don’t want to come.” When you do attend the birthday parties, you and your partner sit at the singles table, making awkward small chat with never-been-married Aunt Ruth and the one other potentially infertile couple. Seeing all those babies makes you further depressed and you leave the party, feeling like you’re never going to get pregnant. Happy F&^#! first birthday, Melody.
You find you either get the pity invitation or you don’t get invited to the party at all. The infertile couple doesn’t get invited to the Halloween party, the kids Christmas party or the mommy get together held every Thursday. You watch from the bleachers as all your mommy friends take their kids together to the circus, kiddie concerts and the zoo. You aren’t invited but you get to hear all about it afterwards and then you are forced to ‘enjoy’ all those Facebook pictures in an album called “Here are all the parties you weren’t invited to.”
It’s so thoughtful that you were invited to all the pre-baby parties including the baby shower (as a host and guest on several occasions) and the “I’m pregnant and you’re not” dinners. Maybe you can return the favor and invite the fertile to your latest IUI party, “My follicles are growing in a test tube” celebration or “I just paid $10,000 for a failed cycle, blowout.”
Kids are welcome. Please no gifts, only alcohol.