We currently rent the townhouse that we live in. We really lucked into this house when we moved here. It was on the market because our landlord was transferred for work, but four years ago when we moved in, the housing market wasn't good, so rather than it sit vacant and pay a realtor, he rented it to us. It's been a great landlord tenant relationship. Essentially we pay the rent on time and he stays out of our business. His mom manages the property (since she lives in the area and he doesn't) and we call her whenever repairs are needed. Because we've been such great tenants he hasn't raised the rent since we moved in, which is almost unheard of for renters.
Since we are buying a house, we let him know that we would be moving out by the end of May. He decided that instead of renting his townhouse out again, he was going to list it for sale. He called me earlier this week to let me know that his mom and his realtor would be stopping by today to look over the property and determine what needs to be done in order to list it.
His mom arrived a bit ahead of the realtor and we visited with her. We like her a lot so it was nice to visit. During the course of the conversation we learned that her son (our landlord) and his wife (they were married in June 2016) are having a baby, due on May 1st. The baby will be her first grandchild. I don't know why, but it caught me off guard a little bit. Basically she got pregnant about a minute after they got married (because one doesn't forget fertility math). I should have expected it. Which served as a not so gentle reminder of how hubs' and my story is so different from most other couples.
The realtor finally got the house, also another middle aged woman, and she seemed quite nice. The realtor and the landlord's mom did a walkthrough on the house. Afterwards we were talking, it came out that the realtor's son and his wife are also expecting their first child.
Two expectant grandmas. In my living room. Talking about their excitement about becoming grandmas. About planning and throwing baby showers. About buying things for their new grandbabies. I had no escape. It took everything I had not to burst into tears.
It was a painful reminder that I will never get to experience pregnancy.
It was a painful reminder that my mom or mother in law will never get to cackle over their excitement because I'm pregnant. Hubs and I are both oldest children. So both of their oldest children failed to have their own children.
Not what I needed after a pretty craptastic week.
I'm over it now. But five minutes seemed like five hours. It caught me off guard and stung like hell for a bit.
If there was a silver lining to the whole thing, it was that they were so caught up in their own glee that neither woman bothered to inquire about my family planning status. Which is good since that would have put me over the edge.
I am proud of myself because I didn't let this brief encounter ruin my day. I'm finding that situations like this hurt just as bad as they always have, but I'm starting to rebound a bit faster. So that's good, I guess.