There is a couple that my husband works with that has expressed interest in becoming Catholic over this last year. We have been guiding them through Catholic literature, etc. The husband (A) is the one who is really on board. In fact, he starts RCIA this fall. It is the wife (B) that is holding back. Her main hang up is regarding birth control, and despite my husband and I expressing our opinions about NFP, how we like it and what the Church teaches, she still doesn't like it.
Anyway, this topic comes up in a lot of our conversations, even casually, and it is usually a critical remark. For instance, I'm pregnant with my third child (1 living, 1 angel). After a stint in the hospital for a disease that I have, my husband and I conceived this baby, not from a mistake (I know my charts too well) but from an obvious acknowledgement that sex = potential new life. And it happened. Well, first words out of this woman's mouth were "I could NEVER do that...I don't know if I want another kid, etc. etc." (they have a baby 4 months younger than my son (17 months). She is on birth control.
My sister and her husband are on their second baby. This baby was conceived 3 months after their first, again not a "mistake." Well, (B) finds criticism about this too, snarky comments like "Well, they should have been more careful." "I feel sorry for her." The straw that broke the camel's back was this past weekend. We were at a co-workers wedding. Again she brought up my pregnancy and then my sister's pregnancy. In front of all my husband's co-workers, who have no knowledge of my sister, she asked if my sister and her husband we going to "do anything to prevent this type of situation in the future." I was appalled and embarrassed. I sent her a LONG note expressing my hurt, that it was none of her business who gets pregnant when, and that we live according to the teachings of the Catholic Church, which means it is a grave sin to use birth control. In essence, I said, we discern as we need to space our family through NFP and leave the rest to God.
I'm pregnant and hormonal, but I'll be frank. I'm SICK of this B.S. I'm sick of her feeling the need to criticize my lifestyle. At the risk of moral relativism, I'm really sick of the judgement. I'm not sinning. This is not "instruct the ignorant" for her. This is downright insecurity but the poison is just getting to me. I'm at a loss of what to do, especially at the risk of alienating them from the Church in the future.