Even though the local radio station started playing Christmas music almost two weeks ago and the tinsel has been up in the stores for almost as long, I don’t get in the holiday spirit until after Thanksgiving. Call me old-fashioned, but the decorations, tree and other miscellania don’t find their way out of the closet until at least the weekend after Thanksgiving.
But, this reminds me of another holiday tradition: the brag letter. I know that’s not what it’s called, but damn if that is not what it seems like when I get one. I have one friend who consistently sends one out, and last year, used it to break the news of her divorce. For the record, I’ve only ever sent one of these, a few years ago when we had had a particularly action-packed year.
Now, though, I’m tempted to write another missive to catch up everyone on our ridiculously exciting uninteresting lives and, oh yeah, share all about our infertility. I will be the first to admit that my motivation is pretty much totally selfish as I’m tired of not telling people that we know what’s going on. At the same time, it’s not something I want to bring up in conversation when they call me out of the blue. I’d like to be passive-aggressive that way.
I haven’t broached the idea with Mr. X as I am still trying it on for size. But, as ladies who are going through the same wringer, I’d like to know your opinion – and get a chance to use the poll option! So, go ahead, vote below!
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