Saturday I managed to get in a workout, a few hours of work, then we went to a party at our friends who live way out east. It was fun to see some people we haven't seen for a few months, but there were lots of kids. It was pretty tough to see the kids and to have some of my supposed 'friends' not even bother to ask us about the adoption. And these are people we haven't talked to in months.
Today I managed to finish painting the walls of the laundry room and endure lunch at S's parents' and dinner at my parents. I'm pretty annoyed at S's parents because they didn't ask how we are doing. They just blithely act like everything is fine, get S's sister a mother's day gift and I get to share a cake with our nephew for our birthdays. Apparently, since we were celebrating my birthday that should be enough for me. It's not surprising, they hardly have acknowledged anything about our fertility issues or adoption even when S tries to talk to them about it. Don't get me wrong, they're excited about a baby but they don't even try to find out how we're handling it or how we feel or anything about the process. They couldn't even read the tiny little adoption book we gave them. It pisses me off. My parents aren't the greatest about all this stuff either. But, I understand my parents way better than I understand his parents. You know?
All in all I don't think I did too badly, but keeping the bitchiness under wraps sure was a pain in my ass.