If you've found me from there, I feel like I should apologize.
Wait. Don't go away just yet - let me tell you why.
Okay, I found Sparkles and Fairy Tales via Single Infertile Female a few months back. The other day, Sparkles mentioned this here ICLW.
This is the part where I'm going to start to sound like a jackass, if you're from there.
I read her post. It (ICLW) sounded cool.
I found the link, I read the post with directions and instructions, and it was 3/21 - last day to link up!!
Quick, hurry!! Sounds awesome!
So I did.
And it asked for three words that described my blog. Hmm. I've never answered this question before. No, really. I click the x at the top of the page when things ask this question. Three words? Really? I'm bad at brevity.
But I thought about it for a minute. "Life, Love, Happy"
Cool. That's pretty good. Yeah. That'll work.
Here's the thing - I didn't read anything about any of the other blogs entered before I linked up. I didn't pay any attention to much of anything beyond the post content - the rules and regulations of participation.
Okay, my next goal was to find 6 blogs to comment on for day 1 of the "hop".
I started noticing a trend. Each of the blogs was following a similar theme - 2 of the first four were announcing BFPs.
I went back to the link-up page. The three words describing each blog? They were appearing there at the right of the blog titles, in parenthesis - ttc, miscarriage, IVF, multiple loss, infertility, adoption.
"Oh shit," I thought. "I don't belong here - how do I take back my link?" I looked - nope, no button for that.
I don't mean to intrude, if that's what I'm doing. As I told Jimi tonight when I tried to explain this particular situation, I feel like I've got the tip of my big toe in your pool, but I'm not really part of your group.
Does that make sense? God, I hope you don't take that the wrong way. Here's what I mean:
The idea that I might be infertile scares the holy fuck out of me. I've had a miscarriage - my one and only pregnancy. But I was 30 before I got pregnant for that first time. And we've not used birth control for the last three years. According to my gyno (whom I've met once, when I was mid-miscarriage), that qualifies me for the title Infertile.
Holy fuck. That's an awfully big word.
I don't want to be part of the infertility world. I'm not strong enough to deserve that title. I'd rather be the one sitting over on the side, saying "Eh, if it happens, it'll happen" and then, if it doesn't, "it just wasn't meant to be for us". I can't fight that battle; I don't have that sort of strength.
Somehow, I've found my way to the world of infertility blogs. In a bizarre, fucked up way, I'm jealous of these women, who KNOW what they want, and they're willing to risk so much - emotionally, financially, physically - to have a child, to be a mother. I'm not selfless enough to fully convince myself that I'm ready for all that.
I'm screwing this all up.
I want to have children. I knew that before I had my miscarriage. But all of a sudden, I'm 31 (in like 3 weeks - may as well accept the inevitable), no kids, one pregnancy that ended in a horribly emotional miscarriage (as I imagine they all must)...and suddenly my hormones are insane, suddenly I MUST HAVE A BABY...
...except, I'm still pretty selfish, and OMG, what if I can't get pregnant, or what if Jimi's sperm count is like way low, or what if my womb is just an inhospitable wasteland, or what if or what if or what if...
And each and every month I've not gotten pregnant since, when, December? I think that was the first month we were cleared to "try" (like somehow that green light would magically make it automatically happen, is what my head thought, I believe) - each month, when my Aunt Flow showed her ugly face on that swipe of TP, I've felt defeated.
And none of it makes any sense. I'm very confused.
It felt like, as I scanned the list of bloggers on that ICLW list, I didn't belong. I don't know that I do. Compared to the struggles of the women whose blogs I've found so far? I need to STFU. My challenges are nothing compared to what these women have experienced.
But then I think - was my desire to carry my pregnancy to term any less than the desire of any of these other women to carry theirs?
No. I don't know all of you, but I'm certain I know the answer to that question is no.
There's no litmus test, I guess, to determining who belongs to this world and who doesn't - there's not a "you must go this many years trying" or "you must suffer this many losses" before you're accepted as part of the crowd. No offense intended, I don't want to be part of the world of infertility - but then again, I'm guessing there's not a person who's reading this who'd choose that path.
I've not experienced much of what many of you live as day to day reality, but I love you and hope the best things for you just the same. I want you to find your happy, to find a way that brings you a child of your very own, no matter what path brings you there.
And if it works out for me too, well, that'd be cool.