Infertility
is being afraid to hope because the inevitable disappointment that follows
month after month is just too much to handle sometimes.
Infertility
is feeling like you are letting down everyone around you - the would-be father,
the would-be grandparents, the would-be aunts and uncles, the would-be cousins,
the would-be babysitters, teachers, friends, and mentors.
Infertility
is questioning whether this is because of something in your (or your spouse’s)
past, and knowing there are other people who wonder the same.
Infertility
is isolating and lonely when kept hidden.
Infertility
is having no answers. It is thinking you have an answer, waiting 6 months, and
then looking for more answers. It is having countless answers and yet still no
answer at all.
Infertility
is diligently fighting against the comparison trap, but occasionally falling
into frustration, jealousy, confusion, and/or outrage.
Infertility
is getting poked, cut, screened, flushed, and tested until you, your marriage,
and your bank account can’t hardly stand anymore.
Infertility
is sometimes being angry at the only One whom you fully believe can ultimately
do anything or bring you any real comfort about your situation. Then it is
feeling guilty, ashamed, and hopeless for feeling that way.
Infertility
is looking into sympathetic eyes that don’t understand.
Infertility
is giving short, robotic answers so that the abyss of emotions doesn’t burst
forth to swallow you whole again.
Infertility
is scoffing at the irony of being less fertile than a Target manikin.
Infertility
is seeing God work in many ways while He appears to remain frozen with regard
to your ability to conceive.
Infertility
is genuinely feeling happy for all the friends and the siblings and the kids
you used to babysit when they announce their pregnancies while simultaneously writhing
inside with the possibility that it may never be your turn.
Infertility
is having a pass to a secret club that no one wants to be a part of and that
99% of members are trying desperately to leave.
Infertility
is wondering. Wondering if you will ever get to see the joy on everyone’s face
(particularly your husband's face) when you reveal that you are finally
pregnant. Wondering if you will ever get to plan an announcement, have a baby
shower, design a nursery, choose a name, or experience pregnancy, labor, and
delivery. It is wondering if you will ever get to see your own eyes or your
husband’s hair reflected in your child.
Infertility
is being unable to do what you were designed to do.
Infertility
is having all sorts of biblical role models but also loathing the thought of
having to wait as long as Sarah did.
Infertility
is suddenly feeling like time is your enemy and struggling to celebrate
birthdays as your own number creeps up, your chances slide down, and your risks
climb higher.
Infertility
is a seemingly endless cycle of grieving someone who has not yet existed.
Infertility
is knowing that babies are being torn from the wombs of their mothers every day
while yours sits empty.
Infertility
is not wanting to give up on having biological children while also not wanting
to wait too long before starting the process of adoption (not that the two are
mutually exclusive or interchangeable).
Infertility
is a lot of not knowing what to do next or when.
Infertility
is hearing people say, “trying is the fun part,” when they have no idea how
stressful, chore-like, hopeless, and/or painful sex can become if you and your
spouse fail to intentionally fight for real intimacy.
Infertility
is learning to accept and enjoy a life that is not at all what you originally wanted or
pictured.
Infertility
is being grateful for the time, freedom, and sleep-filled nights you have while
also knowing you would give it all up in a heartbeat to become a parent.
Infertility
is knowing that adoption is not a cure.
Infertility
is crying after taking your waking temperature because it dropped 13 days past
ovulation, and you know even before your period ever shows up that though you
did everything right, it still didn’t work.
Infertility
is taking all the pills: prescriptions, supplements, herbal remedies, and more.
Infertility
is researching anything and everything related to fertility until you’ve run
out of places to look.
Infertility
is gaining a whole slew of acronyms: IUI, IVF, CD, BD, 2WW, AF, BBT, BFN, BFP,
OPK, PCOS, HCG, LH, HSG.....
Infertility
is seeing doctor after doctor - traditional and unconventional, compassionate
and insensitive, attentive and dismissive.
Infertility
is waiting for weeks, months, and years without any guarantee that the wait
will end.
Infertility
is considering acupuncture even though you used to think people who subjected
themselves to such a thing were basically insane.
Infertility
is painful - physically, mentally, emotionally, socially, and spiritually.
Infertility
is taking a pregnancy test early because even though you know it’s illogical, a
small part of you hopes that doing so will somehow prevent your period from
coming.
Infertility
is daily continuing to choose to believe in, to trust, to pray to, to worship,
and to obey God anyway, regardless of how He chooses to write your story. And also sometimes failing to do so.
Infertility
is learning over and over again that life is not about you.
Infertility
is having friends and family rally together to help support you in ways that
yank the pent-up tears from your eyes and bring you to your knees.
Infertility
is understanding and connecting with specific people in ways you never could
have otherwise.
Infertility
is having an opportunity to influence, to serve, to encourage, and to comfort
others.
Infertility
is a brokenness through which God can still bring about good and reveal His
glory.
Infertility
is not what I would have chosen, it is not who I am, it does not define my
value, and it is not the most important detail of my story. But it is a part of
my story.
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