Ah FFS Grumpel, that is epically shit. Sending you a bathtub full of glittery dogshit and airlifting a care package of medicinal chocolate
Agree with you and fractious on the ‘everyone else is breeding except me’. Most of my friends are sprogged and spend their weekends doing kids’ play dates and other things with their other friends with kids - it’s not that they’re not welcoming, it’s just, well, you feel like a bit of a paedo/barren spinster rocking up to kids events just to see your friends. And tbh I just have NO chat any more. My life for the past 6 months has been IVF, IVF, pregnancy (and off work on semi bed rest for 2 months because I have chronic pain from a spinal injury and couldn’t take my pain meds), miscarriage. I have absolutely nothing of any interest to talk about. And though my friends with kids don’t exclude me from their lives, I find myself voluntarily excluding myself.
I have however, discovered that by being very open about my infertility woes, not only have people been really, really sensitive and thoughtful towards me, which I have been SO grateful for in the last 2 weeks since we lost the baby. I have found out that people I thought were smug instadiffers based on their family photos on FB with gorgeous smiling children, were in fact, fellow infertiles who’d been through the trenches. One friend it turns out has had 3 miscarriages in the space of 11 months. Another struggled for 5 years, had 7 IUIs, 1 failed IVF, 1 IVF BFP (first child), a FET BFP that miscarried and one FET BFP (second child). So I’ve learned that I really am not the only one - and that they DID get there eventually.
posey totally normal to be up and down. Infertility is most definitely a rollercoaster!
icy with you on the ‘oh so I’m definitely the barren one out of us two’ thing. DH is 11 years older than me, and despite a, shall we say, hedonistic time in our young days, he has Olympic swimmers. When I told him he had a sperm count of 168m/ml he was understandably, proud as a peacock. I am grateful that at least only one of us is broken, but at the same, only one of us is broken, and that’s 34-year-old-but-with-perimenopausal-ovaries me