It's been a year to the day that we have been posting our travels in the land of (in)fertility. Sigh. I miss the naive days when I thought I could do this "naturally", when every twinge was a potential sign of pregnancy, when I treated everyday like the tww, when we gazed at my cervix lovingly and temped every single day, when the drugs were just a small co-pay, when shopping for sperm was silly and exciting. I am exhausted, sad, and really really disapointed. I need to get some of the hope back.
As I sat at my 30th birthday party, drinking seltzer, in my first tww, I remember thinking "at least next year I'll have a baby to celebrate with - or at the very least, I will be pregnant." Here comes 31.
Sorry so low.
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It's a downer for sure, but I'm glad you've been writing, and I wish you the happiest (possible) birthday/blogversary
Big hugs to you. It's a shitty old feeling that probably only a baby is going to make go away. Keep the faith.
I'm sorry. Be down if you need to.
Hang in there.
Sorry to hear that... anniversaries are tough. Know that you're not alone in your struggles. Take care of yourself.
Sorry you're feeling down. I've been there.
Happy Birthday - I hope you are able to enjoy it. I said the same thing about 29, and again about 30. Now, I'm saying it about 31... it's creeping up fast too. Take care-
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