The Question Every Barren Babe Dreads

Darling Husband and I escaped to a little town outside the city where we live last Saturday. In a couple of days we are flying home to spend time with our respective families for the holidays so we really needed a special time together before the Christmas separation. The town was small and cute with tons of antique shops. We stayed the night at a bed and breakfast. I love bed and breakfasts -- especially when they are in big, old houses -- because it's almost like you're staying over at a friend's house. The sticky thing with bed and breakfasts is the breakfast aspect. It's okay if they have lots of little tables and you can sit with your loved one, or if you can grap the breakfast and take it up to your room. But, I dread the huge dining table where everyone sits together. Perhaps I am anti-social, or maybe it's because I dread making small-talk, but the big dining table makes my tummy nervous. So, there we were sitting at the big table with two other couples. I knew the topic would come to children. I just knew it...and then it happened. "So, how many children do you have?" Ugh! "We don't have any children," I replied. My eyes fell to the strata on my plate. Hopefully they got the hint by my lack of eye contact. How do you tell complete strangers about your trials with infertility? Do they really want to know about a miscarriage? I felt my face go red, and luckily to topic changed after several minutes. This question is always asked by people who have children as an opportunity to discuss their own children. Childfree couples never ask because it isn't relevant to their lives.