Also. Infertility is one of those unspoken issues. It is a lot more prevalent than our society is even aware of.
When I open up to friends and family about my infertility, they typically share that they know at least one person who suffers or has suffered.
Just food for thought. You’re [I’m] not alone. Don’t assume you’re the only one struggling.
That’s kind of why I’m writing this blog. I’ve truly found it helpful to read stories of those whose circumstances were worse than mine, and they are pregnant or canoodling their bundle of joy this very moment.
So, while “everyone is having a baby,” for those of us who aren’t—perhaps we can’t.
I’m beginning to sound pity party-esque. That’s not my intention. I’m only human, though, and I do have my soapbox moments.
Perhaps it’s the energy I have from my caramel macchiato—or perhaps it’s something that needs to be said.
Mothers of those in the womb or birthed, quit complaining.
I can’t wait for all the ups and downs you’re having or have experienced:
Bring it on. You don’t know what you have until you lose it—or realize you don’t have it. So, really think about what you do have.
I hope I don’t come off too—dramatic. Just expressing my feelings and hoping it will speak to someone—in a good way.