
I've been pretty open in the last year about our infertility. I wasn't blasting it on my networking sites (mysp.ace, fac.ebook, etc), but people that I came across in real life.
I wanted people to know it DID hurt. It stills hurts. But, I was sick of the ignoring it. I always thought about it. Always. Would we even have a child? How far were we willing to go? How much money would we spend? Would I be able to stop myself after we spent/cycled/went as far as we planned? And more and more. You all know what I mean.
And I still felt so alone. So, so very alone. Nick could listen, but I was done with talking to him. He didn't feel it the same way I did, so it was easier to cry by myself in the shower. On the way home. On the way to church. In my cubicle at work.
Then I found this section in blog world. I cannot even described the way that THIS connection has helped me. Like, took me from a black, dark, scary spot where I hated myself & my body & my infertility... to being okay with it. For appreciating it, I dare say it. For really being okay with it. For thanking God for each blessing He put in our journey.
Since so many people in real life were praying for us (yes, we begged anyone to pray), I thought it appropriate to update. And, the easiest way, was FB. I knew it would suc.k if we got a BFN, but I knew I needed the support. I needed others to recognize the massive tragedy that occured. Rarely logging onto mys.pace, there were no updates.
Several weeks after we got our BFP, I posted a simple udpate on mysp.ace. "Blessed to be pregnant!" I got a couple of emails that broke my heart. Two girls that I knew in high school (a very small high school, so we were more than acquaintances) congratulated me. I never want to belittle the amazing miracle our pregnancy is, so I shared a recap of our journey.
Both of them have been experiencing infertility. When they responded, I begged them to come onto my website to check out all of the amazing blogs I've linked to. I shared how important this blog has been. I told them to contact me whenever.
During infertility, I sat in our Sunday School class & wondered why NO ONE else I knew went through this. Why I had to be so alone.
Since then I have "discovered" one other girl tried 3 yrs. They were blessed on their 1st cycle of Clomid.
Why do we have to feel so secretive & ashamed about infertility? It infuriates me. All those years of isolation & I may have been able to connect w/ others. During my IVF cycle, I found out there is FINALLY an infertility support group in town. I'd love to go, but now I feel like I don't fit anymore.
I'll never not be an infertile. I have to confess that I'm still upset about having to go through this again for a chance at another child. I feel bad for feeling that way, but would love to have 3+ children... and I DO know how blessed we are to be expecting one. But, it's on my mind.
I feel uncomfortable w/ others talking about our pregnancy. I guess that would seem strange considering all we have been through to get here. Maybe that's why it's easier for me... it was never something we could talk about. But, when they wanna talk only about it... I'm so uncomfortable. I just don't feel like a normal pregnant woman.
All that to say that it saddens me to know that others have suffered alone, too. I'll be meeting with one of the girls Friday. They have four IUIs under their belt & will be trying their last in a month or so. They are dealing with MFI. I hope we start a new connection. Strengthened by a horrible, lonely journey we never dreamed of... I hope we can help each other.









