Remember that friend who had that party that made me feel like the infertile in the corner?
Well, she just announced her pregnancy!
Seriously Universe! Can you give me a break here?
They tried for one, maybe two months, before conceiving.
On top of that, she would have been 5.5 weeks pregnant at that party – smoking cigs, smoking pot and drinking.
Fertiles have it so easy. No period tracking. No stress at ovulation time. Hell, they probably don’t even know it’s ovulation time. No care in the world. No rush to find out if it worked. No special diet. No abstaining from anything.
With every announcement, I am happy for my friends. I am relieved that they do not have to face the heartache, stress and uncertainty of infertility.
Yet, their announcements cut me a little deeper. They solidify the challenges we have face and further label us as infertile.
I will never accidentally get knocked up.
I will never conceive after a few months of trying.
I can only hope that my turn is soon and all the time, money, and emotion we’ve put into this journey will be worth it.