"Oh . . . I can give you a couple of tips on how to get pregnant." Yep, that's what I heard last night. Granted it was from someone who didn't know me . . . didn't know us . . . didn't know our situation . . . and didn't know a thing about IF. Crazy enough, it didn't rub me the wrong way like it could/would/should have.
"Oh . . . if it were just that easy." That's the only response I had. She quickly figured out that it was already past time to STFU. She then asked if we had seen a doctor, were taking meds, going through stuff.
I'm okay if people ask questions. I'm not really forthcoming in providing unsolicited details about the fact that my uterus used to kill babies before I couldn't get pg anymore. Providing details that answered questions without making anyone uncomfortable, I went through the typical explanation that covers what anyone who doesn't know needs to know.
And that was that. It wasn't too bad for either of us - especially me.