So I’m take a moment to be very proud of myself! Whatever I’m doing is apparently working.   I’m having lunch, sitting watching a little Days of Our Lives and reading my Conquering Infertility book during the commercials. A co-worker comes down and sits with me while she waits for the ladies room to free up. She notices that I’m eating tuna fish; we have a little conversation on light tuna verses dark tuna and then proceeds to tell me “Well you know you really shouldn’t be eating tuna? Your not eating a lot of it are you?” then back tracks slightly realizing she’s assuming I want children and or trying. Then its beings…you all know the conversation, watch what you eat, folic acid is good, this is what I did balhblah and got PG my first time, etc. I carefully contributed to the conversation and listened and thank her for the advice and “oh no your’ not intruding” all the while I’m thinking to myself – HEEELLLO Infertility book sitting right next to me! The irony was palpable! Once she left, I then started laughing at what is rather absurd under my circumstances. Then I realized what I had just done…survived! Came out of that situation laughing, not broken down and feeling awful but ok. SUCH a different place then I would have been say a month or so ago. I’m now waiting to go home and tell DH all about it so he can (hopefully) tell me how proud he is of me too.   Gosh it can happen, in the middle of this shitstorm, I have a moment that confirms the fact that I am strong enough to get through this. There rare maybe, tomorrow might bring me just the opposite but today I’ll take it and milk it for all its worth because its worth a lot right now.  So I wish you all the same, even if it’s just moments, reminders of how strong we are!