Seeing Things

I’ve always thought of myself as intuitive. Or at least, trying to be.

Sometimes, it’s been hideously wrong – but that’s usually when I’ve been trying to intuit someone’s understanding of me rather than just asking like a human.

Most of the time though – I try to notice things.

Infertility brings a level of noticing things that is hard to shut off.

The couple that we had lunch with on Saturday – with a five year old and an extra bedroom in Manhattan.

The single mom by choice with two kids under four.

The friends who just gave birth to boy/girl twins.

The couple that’s five years older than us, got married two weeks before us, and doesn’t have kids.

Obviously, some people are really open, but sometimes I think I see more than I should. The same way that I imagine that people I meet might put two and two together when they figure out that we’ve been married for six and a half years and don’t have kids. Somehow, to me, four or five years still seemed in the realm of the plausibly waiting, but not six and a half. Maybe because I know we’ve been trying for the last two years – but still. Or they decide we just don’t want kids. Which is also plausible, but not applicable in our situation.

The thing is, I don’t say anything to these people. One, I might be reading too much into it. And two, because it means opening myself and it means asking questions that no one wants to ask. It’s the safest, but I wonder sometimes about whether it would open up more alleys for conversation. Still, I don’t see it changing, at least not until we have this more figured out. It’s funny that it seems like the time that everyone “comes out” is after there is already a baby. After it’s already a little bit more moot. But I understand. I don’t want to open up now. So, I just see things.

Do others find themselves wondering about people they meet? Trying to figure out if they are fellow travelers?

 

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Inspiration

Yesterday, I was sick, so I took some time to look through some of the listings of infertility blogs. There are lots of them, and I was hoping to follow a few.

Many of them have been abandoned, as blogging is hard work and people aren’t always that interested in dealing with it in an ongoing way. It’s interesting to note that often, they seem to have been abandoned right after a two week wait. Maybe the writer got pregnant. Maybe the writer just gave up. We might never know. I didn’t follow any of those.

Of those that are still going, many of them have turned into mommy blogs. Not that I blame them – and they’re cute, with beautiful babies and families and happiness. I honestly didn’t follow any of these either.

There’s a small subset, though, that were abandoned after a successful pregnancy, but where the writers left a lasting note – something for people who might stumble upon the blog to read. I wanted to post two of them here, with links, as inspiration.

So I have completely forgotten about this blog, and now it’s YEARS later. I thought it would be nice for those who stumble across this depressing blog to know where I’m at.

After years of trying naturally, countless IUIs, and a failed IVF round, I finally got pregnant after an FET (frozen embryo transplant). And what do you know, I had twins. A boy and girl born August 2010. They are 19 months as I type this and the joys of my life. Unfortunately I don’t have the time to write about them or the rest of the infertility journey, but for those of you who struggle, there is hope. It sucks, it hurts, and no one can ever understand the pain we go through, but keep at it. Because the end result is worth every single tear we cry. [Being Veggie and Wanting a Baby]

 

Have you ever heard someone talking about their dream coming true and thought to yourself, lucky them; that’ll never happen to me. Have you ever wanted something so badly you’d go to the ends of the earth for it? Have you ever begged God to give you that something? Have you ever hated Him when his answer was no, not yet, or just silence?

Do you think you’re the only one – that you’re alone?

There’s a blog I’ve followed for a couple of years. The writer has DOR also. Her first and second IVF attempts failed and her third was successful with only one embryo to transfer, only one chance. When I read her pregnancy announcement post I thought, well good for her. She’s so lucky. But that will never be me.

When it became apparent IVF was our best option we jumped into it, and into our savings account, eyes closed, breath held. When it didn’t work I left the career and the people I loved for a job I didn’t love, 50 miles away, all for the sake of IVF coverage.

In my prayer journals of the past several years everyday contains the same prayer: please God, let this work. And then the same lamentations: Why? Where are You?

Two weeks ago our son was born. He was born healthy and without complication. My dream come true; my end of the earth; my answered prayer. If you’re reading this there’s a good chance you don’t think it’ll ever happen for you, even though you’d do anything. You don’t think God is listening. You think you’re alone. But I bet there is at least one other person praying for you. I bet there is a small voice inside that still believes. I bet that someday you’ll have your own epilogue that is so awesome, so amazing and awe-inspiring that you won’t have words to say to describe it, so instead you’ll just marvel in it and you’ll say, this is my dream come true; my end of the earth, my answered prayer. [Diary of a Mad Infertile Woman]

This stuff is hard. Reading stuff like this, from people who went through it and got to the other side – it helps.

 

Both. I Want Both.

I’ve been thinking about this nonstop since last night. It doesn’t help that I’m home sick today (YUCK) so I don’t have as much of a distraction as I usually do.

Sometimes I feel like I just think that everyone who gets pregnant before me doesn’t deserve it. Like, I SHOULD be first. Particularly since about 90% of the people got married after us, and more and more lately, started trying after us. So, that sucks a lot. But I don’t think it’s the most honest representation of what I think. Mostly, it’s that I don’t understand why it can’t be both. Why do you get it and I don’t? It’s worse when someone isn’t happy about being pregnant, but lets be honest, 95% of the time, at least in my world, people are happy to be pregnant. So, I wonder – why do they get the happiness? Why couldn’t I get it as well? There aren’t a limited number of babies out there (I keep having to remind myself of this…infertility does strange things to your brain), so it doesn’t matter if someone else is pregnant, in terms of MY chances of getting pregnant. But still. Why not both?

In the interest of disclosure, my policy seems to be much less favorable towards the small (but growing) number of my facebook friends who had newborns right around the time we started trying and are now well on their way to their second children. That’s a little much for anyone in our situation to be magnanimous about. Obviously, I know, again, that it doesn’t really make a difference in my situation, but we’re talking emotions – they aren’t logical. I just keep feeling like I’m a small child, and it’s MY turn and I KEEP GETTING SKIPPED. The unfairness of it all! The desire to have a tantrum that really doesn’t go away, because the thing hasn’t been rectified. Sigh

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Cycle News: I’m hoping I’m going to ovulate soon. It’d be nice – mostly on time. Ugh. Body, work. It’s CD18 of Cycle 20. BLECH.

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You’ll notice (if you care) that many of the blogs I had on my sidebar have been removed. Either people got pregnant and stopped posting or just stopped posting without getting pregnant. So, I cleaned house. And now to look for some more people to follow along with – I’m open to suggestions 🙂