I’m upset.
We’ve been trying for a baby for almost a year. We went into it naively thinking that it would only take a couple of months, and since then it’s just been disappointment after disappointment.
A couple of months ago we got a positive test that turned into a chemical. This month was “THE” month of all months, I felt very strong ovulation twinges, felt all the “right” twinges at all the “right” times, had some of the bigger symptoms like nausea. I’d spent months symptom spotting and then being disappointed, so I became good at ignoring every single possible symptom until AF shows up, until these symptoms practically demanded my attention.
Then this month comes, and I take a test at 10dpo, it has a very faint line! I take another at 11dpo and there’s another faint line! We're very very cautiously optimistic. Then last night I get brown discharge - a telltale sign that AF is coming, but I brush it off, tell myself that it could be “anything”.
This morning’s test is confusing. I don’t know if I’ve just become amazing at convincing myself that I can see a line, perhaps, as I can’t tell at all if there is one or if there isn’t. I look back at the other tests from the past couple of days and I can SEE the lines, one even might have a bit of pink in it. I know I shouldn’t look at them past the 5 minutes, but I do, because we all do. I tell myself that if there was truly nothing there, then it would still be totally blank days later, like my tests from other months, but I can SEE the line.
But this morning’s? No idea. I think it might be another chemical, I have absolutely no idea. I’m overwhelmed, sad, and sick of wonderful family and friends announcing their happy news and ending up sitting there cursing myself for having the twinges of jealousy and thoughts of “why not me?”.
I know people who were TTC for years, and I curse myself for being upset when it hasn’t yet been a year for us. But this is my reality and I’m sad about it, and there’s no use comparing my situation to people who have had it worse. I’m so tired, I’m so upset and I’m sick of the thoughts that I might be infertile, that maybe we’ll still be trying 2 years from now, that we’re ready NOW and it’s not fair that we’re not conceiving. I’m bitter that we did things the right way, we waited until we had a house, our finances in order, our travels out of the way, read everything we could about conception and having a baby. I feel like we did everything right, yet it’s not happening. But friends who had nothing in place, nowhere to live, not much in the way of savings, have a child. It’s not fair and I'm selfish, and we’re both so so tired. So so upset.
I’m just venting. Hoping that someone else understands. I don’t want to talk about this with anyone in my life apart from my partner. It just absolutely fucking sucks, and I want to shout from the rooftops about how much it sucks, and how unfair it is.