Sharing time part 2happier, more upbeat, and won't make you want to injure someone.

Okay, we had sharing time where we talked about the worst of times (or comments).

Now let's flip it and have a happier sharing time.

We covered the worst comment, so let's try a happier twist.

What's the nicest thing someone ever said/wrote about you?

I have two.

A friend once told me, "You're so insightful." I LOVED that.

The second is something my midwife wrote to me. I'm going to print her e-mail out and put it under my pillow so I can pull it out and read it whenever I need to. Should I be blessed enough to get pregnant again (see below), I plan on printing out copies and posting them all over the house. I won't be able to open a cabinet without seeing that letter. The whole letter rocked, but this is my very favorite part, "You are an awesome woman.... I hope that you know that. I know it with all my heart and soul."

Does that not rock? And could you imagine an OB ever saying something like that? Hm, I think not.

And now on to something else that's been bothering me:

I don't think it's fair that you all shared your cruel comments with me, but I didn't share with you. Some people really bared their souls and I sat here quietly. I kinda didn't actually want to post about what prompted the last sharing time since she who made the comment reads my blog, but I guess I will.

First a note to she who ticked me off. I love you. You know I do. I'm having a tough time with your pregnancy. You know that or at least you should since I specifically told you 3 times and then I run away whenever I can't take it anymore (despite my name, I don't mean that to be as bitter as it sounds. Well, some days I do, but not right now). But yeah, when you made that comment, it hurt.

You remember that I may not be able to have more kids, right? I met with my midwives and have been going over my records and having some diagnostic tests to see if another baby is a possibility. It's all very stressful and I still have no answers. On top of that, I had a difficult time with my birth experiences. On the anniversary of my most recent c-section. I was on the phone with my sister. Not only had she not acknowledged the day (which was also her godson's birthday), but then she made a comment about how if her baby isn't out fairly near to the due date (remember, my girls were premies and that was the worst experience of my life), she would "cut it out with a spoon." I told her I didn't appreciate it. The conversation ended right after that. At that point, much screaming, cursing, and crying ensued.

So yeah, that's the cruelest thing anyone has said to me.