Does anyone else think infertility is like having multiple personalities? I swear - one hour I am cool, collected, confident and self-asured. The next - weepy, scared, nervous and angry.
Yesterday I was feeling good. All day I was picturing what it would be like to be pregnant after our IVF cycle...how long we would wait to tell people, what sex I'd prefer, etc., etc. I also was thinking about what will happen if it doesn't work. My thoughts were, mayeb we'll try again, maybe we'll say enough is enough. I was thinking about what life will be like without kids - and really felt deep down that we'd be okay. I started thinking about traveling, getting new wood floors, and what have you.
Then I woke up today to a mass email annoucing a pregnancy. It was sent from a distant college friend - we see each other maybe every couple of years. She is more a friend of a friend. I knew she was going to start trying a few months ago - she is now 12 weeks along so that obviously didn't take long. That's not what got to me though. What killed me is that she said she will be starting a blog to share her pregnancy with everyone. I seriously lost it when I read that line. I cried for at least 15 minutes straight.
Can you imagine? A blog to celebrate with your real family and friends. Not a place to bitch, moan, share bad news, cry, disappoint all in the comfort of your anonyminity. A blog that is happy, a blog that is started with a certainty of what the future holds.
I am so jealous. Jealous that I don't have the blessing of an easy conception. Jealous that she is older than me, wasn't ever sure that she wanted kids, and wham bam thank you ma'm with the quick pregnancy announcement. I am jealous that even if I do end up pregnant with IVF I don't know if I will ever feel comfortable with a mass email to everyone I know announcing my bundle of joy.
What in the world will ever make these feelings go away? I don't think a baby will cure this feeling I have inside of me. I imagine myself at 90, stooped over in a wheelchair in my room at the nursing home, overhearing some slutty 19 year old nursing assistant talk about an unwanted pregnancy and running her over with my wheelchair.
I feel better this evening..haven't cried again, anyway. There is a pressure deep inside my chest, however. I think the feeling is infertility - a mixture of resentment, sadness, jealousy, tears cried, hopelessness and frustration.