Friday, November 7, 2008

Bustin' out of the closet

I've been duped! My friends knew that half priced martinis would make me spill! How could they?

OK, maybe not. Maybe I just was sick of not talking. Maybe six months of thinking and wishing and hoping and praying can be hard to keep shut inside. Maybe two sips of a gimlet shouldn't be considered minipulation.

So what happened? Yesterday evening two of my girlfriends met me for some post-work drinks. As we typically do, we started our outing by going around the table and updating the gang on our life's dramas of work, men, etc. I began. And without any prompting, I was suddenly spilling. Everything. From TTC to bloodword to the finer details of a PCOS diagnosis. Poor gals didn't know what hit 'em.

I obviously hadn't been planning on telling anyone. A few friends knew we were thinking of starting a family sooner than later, but nothing more. I had leaked minute details about the testing and problems we were running into to two people, only because both of them had been there and were able to offer insight. This waterfall of information was so not on the schedule.

I'm ridiculously releaved, though. They couldn't have been more supportive. But I certianly don't plan on making this a staple happy hour conversation. Heck, I hope I won't have many more happy hours in my future. But oh, how I will miss those gimlets...


Shannon said...

Im glad that you told some of your friends your TTC story, I think its great to have that support. I recently spilled the details to some of my girlfriends and I felt so relieved, like I didnt have to hide anymore. :)

Lindsay said...

How wonderful that they were so supportive. Its got to be nice to have someone IRL know!

Mary said...

It's great that you were able to share your journey with some friends!