Valentine's Day Mini Humor Marathon: Post 1

Welcome to the Laughing IS Conceivable Valentine's Day Mini Humor Marathon.(Geez, the title is a post in itself.) This is post 1. If you can still bear the sound of my voice after this one, there will be links at the bottom of this post to take you to my other Valentine's Day blogs. Let's face it: This day can be tough for infertile folk sometimes and hopefully these posts will help put it all into perspective. You'll get through this "holiday"... Yes you will!

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I'll be honest... Before I met my husband, I hated Cupid's guts. Valentine's Day to me was just another one of those dopy holidays that made people with nobody feel crappy and people with somebody feel obligated to spend too much money for no apparent reason.

But I do believe that Valentine's Day takes on a more important meaning when you're infertile.

I think sometimes in the midst of our tireless pursuit to conceive we say romantic things to him like: "What's the point of you touching my woo-hoo when I'm not even ovulating? Get off of me you sweaty son of a.... There's a 'Real Housewives of Beverly Hills' marathon on and somehow your 22 inch butt is blocking the 32 inch screen."

From the time I met my husband, Valentine's Day became a pretty big deal. Yes, we're romantic: Flowers, candy, lingerie I have no business wearing and with each passing year I have less and less business wearing...

I really don't care about most people celebrating Valentine's Day. Like the people who get engaged on Valentine's Day (and somehow she never saw it coming...go figure) or married on Valentine's Day (imaginative). But I do think Valentine's Day should be special for infertile couples.

First of all, a big plus about the idiotic day is: There's not much you have to avoid. There's really nothing about the day that involves kids. You don't have to see kids. You don't have to see photos of kids. You don't have to celebrate at a place that allows kids. In fact, people who have kids, if they're smart, shove them over to somebody else's house and, for four or five hours, pretend they don't exist. (Just don't be a dope and let it be YOUR house.)

So Valentine's Day to me, is a fantastic excuse for couples dealing with infertility BS to put it all aside and rekindle, recuddle, renew, reconnect, recanoodle (did someone just call me retarded?)...

Because, well, I don't play poker, but even I know that an arrow in the heart beats a syringe in the ass any day.

Screw spending the day cherishing your Valentine. Spend the whole month. If you got a good one over there warming the other side of the bed--celebrate it.

Today, in my posts in the Laughing IS Conceivable Valentine's Day Round-up that's what we'll be discussing: Valentines-the good, the bad, and the ugly... from sucko Valentine's Day experiences to friends who had a Valentine who did unforgivable things whom she of course not only forgave but married.

So, today, I say: Go hand in hand with your honey to a museum exhibit dedicated to Martin Luther King Jr.... There you go... You got Valentine's Day and Black History Month covered in one cheap date.

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Listen I gotta go. I somehow got tangled up in my Valentine's Day negligee. My husband can't get me out of it. I can't get me out of it. Geez I hope we can do something with scissors. It's really going to kill the mood if the fire department has to come with the jaws of life.... Not to mention that I'd really hate guys that look like that to see me looking like this. Charlotte hanging herself in her own fricken red web.

The links for all 4 posts in this little mini humor marathon:

Post 1: "The Meaning of Valentine's Day for the Infertile" (Wait, is there one?) Laughing IS Conceivable:

Post 2: "Right Holiday- Wrong Loser (I mean 'guy')" Fertility Authority:

Post 3: "Right Guy-Wrong Restaurant" Fertile Thoughts:

Post 4: "Right Guy- Even Wronger Restaurant" The Fertility Blogs: