Seriously?

Canadian MDs consider denying fertility treatments to obese women

I mean, the struggle with infertility is just a series of knives through the heart, so why not stab some of us again?

I admit it, I'm fat. You've seen pics, you know it's the truth. And so as a fat person who has undergone IVF, this hits home.

Many things ran through my head when I first read this article, but it kinda came down to this - it's always the woman's fault. What about those of us who are overweight/obese/just-plain-fat but still ovulate? What if our husbands/dads-in-waiting are the ones with the "issue"? We weren't dealing with a case of "fat factor infertility" but MALE factor infertility. Me losing 20-50-100 lbs wouldn't have changed the fact that hubs has crappy sperm. Hell, my blood pressure dropped significantly for a portion of my pregnancy. Yes, I got pre-eclampsia at the end, but know what? so do people of "normal weight" - not just pregnant fatties.

The first time we met with Dr. H at our clinic, she had barely introduced herself and said "you've got to lose some weight." She hadn't even sat down. Same woman offended me during ET last year by implying that my legs were too heavy for the stirrups (a nurse stood up for me and shot that back down). So ya, I'm not horribly shocked by the article, but still. I can't imagine how fast my jaw would've dropped had my clinic taken this stance. "Nope, sorry. We'd love to take your money & help you have a child & the family you've always wanted, but you're too FAT. "

I've said it before, I'll say it again, sizeism is the last acceptable form of discrimination. Paired with infertility is a double dose of suck. Seriously, what's next - will fat people having sex be illegal "just in case" they get pg? Puh-leeze.

And hand me a twinkie. Fat girl's gotta eat.

British couple denied adoption due to weight.

British Couple declared too fat to adopt

This article was posted on one of my boards today, and just gives me the rage for that couple (and anyone else who's faced size-ism). I was even pushed to comment directly on the blog in response, and I was pretty calm about it. I wasn't quite as reserved on the board (closed community), but it just hits SO close to home. So close. I can't count the number of times the phrase "if you'd just lose xxx lbs" has been mentioned to me. I know I need to lose weight, TYVM. Stop stating the obvious... Bah.

Makes me blood boil

Octuplet's mom inks book & reality TV deal.

oh. my. nerves!!!!! I knew it'd happen eventually, but those poor, exploited children. I'm speechless. Speechlessssss....

Now for some ranting

I fucking hate Facebook. Okay, I like Word Twist. And kinda being a voyeur in people's lives. But that comes at such a cost. It means being privy to every twinge, vomit and pain of a woman's pregnancy. And the gleeful announcement in the status updates. And that fucking sucks. I can't count the number of FB pregnancy announcements I've seen on there. And most of them have stung pretty badly. And then I have to endure nine months of whining, moaning and then the joyous little babe. I love babies. Think they're adorable. But some births suck more than others. There's one girl who has a three month old that I haven't even acknowledged her babe - or even her pregnancy because I was so pissed it was her instead of me. Yup. That's pretty pathetic. And I realise that I'll likely be a hypocrite down the road, btw - I'm sure that some mention of a pregnancy may slip out on FB from me. But if I EVER bitch and whine and complain, you have every right to bitch me out.

And now... onto web boards. I love my friends online, but it's getting harder and harder to be around there. I'm tired again of the whining and complaining, the constant worrying, the FUCKING INABILITY TO USE A SEARCH FUNCTION WHILE PREGNANT, and all of the "oh god, I think I might be pregnant, how do I tell?" posts. Take a fucking test and learn a teensy bit about your fucking cycle maybe. The hysteria over listeriosis has caused me to reach out and strangle my monitor on occasion. It kills me. I'm such a sucker for punishment. I WANT to read about pregnancy to understand what it's like, to understand, to prepare so that hopefully when I get pregant I won't have such stupid questions. :p Yeah, good luck with that, right? But it kills me to go in there and see the whining and the hysteria and the stuff like that. Because it just reminds me of all the stuff I don't have and haven't experienced.

My husband? Doesn't get this at all. Doesn't care every month if it's a bust. Isn't concerne at all. Doesn't understand why I get upset. I love the man, but he just doesn't get it.

Aaaah. I feel much better. Thanks for the rant.