Sometimes I wish I were a little kid again, skinned knees are easier to fix than broken hearts.
I went grocery shopping today and on my list was more pregnancy tests because I’m a glutton for punishment and can’t seem to NOT test even though I’m 99.9% sure it’s not going to be positive. Ya know, because it hasn’t been all weekend.
So I get to the checkout and as I’m putting my stuff on the belt, I notice that the cashier is being REALLY chatty to the person in front of me. Panic ensues. Normal women might enjoy chatting with the cashier… but as someone dealing with infertility, chatty cashiers when I have a pregnancy test to buy make me feel like going into flight-or-flight mode. I wasn’t wrong for having that reaction.
The first thing she said (she’s in her late 30’s to mid 40’s) is, “Ohhhh! A baaaaaby! Yaaaaay!” I ignored the comment, but she didn’t stop there (what if I didn’t want a baby and was hoping the test was negative???). The rest of the conversation went as follows:
Cashier: So you think you are pregnant?
Me: I wish.
Cashier: Have you been trying long?
Me: Quite a while now.
Cashier: Well, I guess if it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be, right?
Me: Uh, I guess.
Cashier: Isn’t it horrible that there are so many people who just throw their babies away and they are found dead? Like on the news this morning, they had a story about the newborn that was thrown away and found dead in the woods.
<<<yeah, I stopped responding at this point… I couldn’t even fake keeping up the conversation at this point>>>
I know the comment about “if it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be” was meant to help (which it DOESN’T), but why in the WORLD would I want to talk about people throwing away their babies? Why?
I don’t think the $2 coupon I wanted to use for the pregnancy tests was worth the heartache of dealing with this. Forget the coupons, I’ll start buying online again.