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2:40 AM

Not being pregnant sucks.
Not having a baby sucks.
Being up at 2:40 AM just because you can’t sleep and not because you’re up feeding a newborn sucks.
I just want a baby.
I want to be a mother and I want to make to make my SO a father.
Is that to much to ask for?

I don’t think anyone will understand the pain or struggle that comes with couples who are trying to conceive, unless you’re another couple who are TTC.

No matter what you say there’s gonna be that asshole who tries to tell you to, “calm down, it’ll happen.” Or “stop thinking about it and it’ll happen.” Or “do you really want children right now?”

Like do you want to be punched in the damn throat? Cause it can be arranged.

Just because yours wasn’t planned & you weren’t ready, doesn’t mean I’m not ready. I don’t care no matter what you tell me will not want what I want any less.

I highly dislike hearing some shit people come off with. Like move along. I’m the wrong person to say that to.

A letter to a child I am ACTUALLY going to meet.

4th October 2017

Dear baby,

Remember what I said a few weeks ago about the holiday? Well, we’re going this week and I’m taking you in my tummy!

It feels great to say those words since it seems like we’ve been trying for so long, although I realise it’s such a short amount of time compared to some.

I’m so happy and thankful. You’re still a secret now; only daddy and I know about you… but I can’t wait until we can share our happy news.

I love you already, little one.
Your mama x

How Infertility Destroyed my Self-Esteem

I’ve always been a relatively confident, self-possessed person. I was first to raise my hand in school. First to ask the kids playing basketball if I could join. I once even asked a boy to prom (he said no). I just wasn’t a meek or mild person. And while I still had all the normal self-conscious thoughts young women have (primarily, “Does this dress make my hips look big?”), I mostly felt pretty good about myself. I felt worthy….of my voice…of love…of success.

Fast forward to 2014 when my husband B and I first started trying to have children. Each month felt like a complete and total failure. Even the first few months of trying made me panic and turn against my body…why was it not working? What was I doing wrong? Was my body malfunctioning?

The longer we tried, the more worthless I felt. The more worthless I felt, the more I hated myself for letting infertility dictate my moods, life and personality.

As time ticked on, more and more of my friends got pregnant without drama. This of course made me feel even worse. I grew jealous, impatient and bitter. I started throwing daily pity parties. I played my favorite game, “Why them? Why not me?” which made me even more reclusive. I disappeared from Facebook. I sunk into my bed. I watched a lot of Netflix. I couldn’t deal with anyone who was happy or well-adjusted or confident. I only wanted to be around other self-loathing, depressed people. Or (preferably) no people at all.

I’ve never felt worse about myself than I did those first two years battling infertility. All the bad breakups, pimples, final exams, hungover mornings, bad decisions and embarrassing moments combined didn’t make me feel half as worthless as my infertility did. I felt defective. Like I just wasn’t willing my ovaries into submission hard enough. Like they were dogs that just needed to be trained to ovulate.

The worst part? I could feel my personality shifting underneath me, like some emotional tectonic plates. And I hated it. Who was I if I wasn’t the brash, strong, creative, confident woman asking for what she needed? I hated this new turn my personality was taking…this woman was not me. And this self-loathing made me retreat even further into myself.

A thought I kept returning to was: if a relatively well-adjusted, confident, outgoing woman like myself was reacting this way to infertility, what havoc was it wrecking on quieter, more emotionally vulnerable women? What were they going through? How was this changing them? How was this affecting their lives, friendships and marriages?

No matter who we are or how much pain we’re experiencing, we cannot let infertility define us. I know it feels like the most important thing in our lives right now. The defining feature. But I assure you, IT IS NOT.

We are so much more than our infertility. We are strong, creative, compassionate, curious humans. We change the world with our work. We push our bodies. We snuggle our pets. We support our friends. I know it feels like we will not be complete people until we conceive…but we are complete now. Our lives are still churning and we miss the joy and the beautiful moments when we choose to collapse into ourselves.

It’s our responsibility to not allow infertility to define us. To not let it take one more thing away from us, let alone our spark. Our personality. We need to actively fight against it and reclaim our joy. Our confidence. Infertility can destroy everything if we let it. It ruins bank accounts, friendships, marriages…but that’s (mostly) optional.

Overcoming the emotional trials of infertility is not easy. And it’s certainly not fast. It’s a marathon in discomfort, for sure. And I for one, have always hated marathons. Hell, I even hate 5Ks! But it’s our job to stay strong. To stay ourselves. To refuse to collapse under its weight. And together? I know we can do it.