So obviously I’ve been pretty sad lately (as in over the past few days).
But the Irish girl in me (about 1/4 to 1/8 of me… I’m a bit diluted) is fighting hard to find a joke in here.
I think about different conversations I have had or might have, and I try to work in a infertility joke.
It’s not possible.
Infertility is the most unfunny topic ever.
And even when I think of something that sounds funny to me, I realize that if I say it out loud, I will put everyone else in a bad spot. You can almost see the panic on peoples’ faces as they think: Laugh? Don’t laugh? Is it funny? I don’t know! I don’t know! HELP!
That’s not really fun for anyone.
I guess I’ll just have to honor the Belgian in me: chocolate and beer, please!
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