I’ve tried to stay positive and keep the mindset of “it’ll happen eventually” but I genuinely don’t believe it will.
I’m at the point where I just think, it hasn’t happened yet so why will it happen in the future? Fertility doctors have all said it will happen because I’ve been pregnant naturally in the past but they also can’t give me a reason as to why it’s taking so long now. I don’t think it helps that I struggle to get my head around the idea of unexplained infertility. There are people out there popping out their 5th kid in almost as many years because there is nothing wrong with their fertility but I’m on track for year 2 of ttc with no pregnancies at all yet my fertility is supposedly fine like theirs? Something just doesn’t add up! I feel like I’m not able to draw a line in the sand and make plans to fix the thing that’s wrong because there’s nothing to fix. Which I know is a good thing in some ways because some fertility issues aren’t fixable but in others, it’s horribly frustrating.
I was daydreaming the other day and it suddenly dawned on me that I actually don’t know how I would react if by some miracle I ever got a bfp. I just genuinely don’t believe I will ever have one again and so I’ve put no thought into it. I see people on Facebook putting up things about how they told their partners they were pregnant with little presents and babygros etc. I’m fairly sure mine would know because of the screaming/hysterical crying coming from the bathroom. I think I would actually faint from the shock, I’m not kidding.
I know there’s that saying “you only fail if you give up trying” or whatever it is but I do sometimes think that giving up would be easier mentally. I have no hope left, IVF is out of our price range realistically, at least for now. I just can’t picture myself being pregnant. I used to, it was all I ever thought about but now all I see is me forever having to pretend to be happy for family/friend’s accidental pregnancies and seeing pregnant ladies or people with newborns in the street and trying not to cry until I get home.
I haven’t been doing this for half as long as many of you on here. Have any of you got to this stage, where you just feel completely hopeless and like you just want to stop? How did you power on? How did you build your hopes back up?