You have just as much of a right to proclaim your infertility and ask for prayer as if you had any other disease. So stop questioning your worth like I did. Be strong, because your motherly and beautiful heart does not deserve anything less.
The devastation of that day still haunts me. I frequently think about how old my son or daughter would be now. Every time that thought crosses my mind, I sink into a depression and wonder: why can't I do something so basic as have a child?
Infertility is all I want to talk about. The mailman stops to give my dog a cookie when out for our walk and when he asks, "How are you?" I want to stop, take his hands in mine and say, "My husband and I are struggling to have a baby!"
If you'd like to eat healthy and eat for fertility at the same time, there are fertility nutrition counselors that can prescribe a custom diet that can work for you. They can also help with diet accountability and answer questions you may have as you work towards your goal.
We all take our own approach for surviving the two-week wait when we are trying to get pregnant. Mine changed from one month to another but these simple rules were pretty consistent and helped me cope with it.
This disturbing new trend is not only outrageous and crude; it's an abuse of one of the most poignant moments in a woman's life. It is an insult to all those women who so dearly want to become pregnant. And it's an injustice to those who would be presented these false positive tests.
In my case, the glitch is declining egg quality, but I know other, younger mamas who can't seem to make a second baby either. It's wildly frustrating. And it hurts not to be able to create the family you envisioned.
A woman's ability to get pregnant begins to decline as early as her twenties and it gets more and more difficult with time. The earlier women become aware of this, the better their chances are of conceiving when they are ready.
Every time you have to go through another kind of treatment, you ask yourself: "Is it worth it? Do I really want it that bad?" And then in the very next breath, you are taken out by the sheer magnitude of how much you want a baby.
How do you say goodbye to someone with whom you shared not a past full of memories, but a future made of fantasies? How do you make space for sadness when you're surrounded by messages, both internal and external, telling you to buck up and move on?