I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard this phrase – before, during, and after our adoption process. And, although it happens, it couldn’t be further from the truth.
This week is National Infertility Awareness Week. Infertility has become a bad word, a taboo topic, something people are ashamed of or try to sweep under the rug. I’m suggesting a different approach – TALK ABOUT IT! Ask questions! Let’s stop making women feel inferior for their bodies not being able to create or carry children.
I wrote an article comparing the stories of Vincent’s birthmom and myself. It’s about empathy. And love. Mostly love.
Please click the link to read the full article.
This is an angry post filled with hate and foul language directed at my infertility. If you don’t like that or don’t think I’m capable of such profanities, please don’t read any further. I will not justify or apologize for what I wrote. It’s a very honest representation about how I’m currently feeling. And I know I just posted an article about being humble, and I’m turning right around and posting this very negative, pessimistic article, so feel free to call me a big, fat hypocrite if that makes you feel better or if you feel I deserve it. I can handle it. These are the type of emotional mood swings that infertility can cause you to have. You’ve been warned if you choose to read on.
It’s not pretty.
Imagine something you’ve always wanted. Like, really wanted. Not a trip to Hawaii or a million dollars. Something you’ve yearned for, planned for, and dreamed about. Something you thought would come fairly easy once all of the plans were put into place. Something you’re sort of “expected” to be able to do.
Now imagine that’s taken away from you. Not only taken away. It will NEVER happen. The one thing you want more than anything else in the world you will never have, never experience, never know.
Painful, right? Continue reading “Infertility Sucks”