Recently, I’ve been trawling the World Wide Web reading fertility blogs more frequently than I have done in the past. My husband (let’s call him “H”) constantly reminds me to stay away from mumsnet and the like. While I agree with him that mumsnet doesn’t generally do my mental healthy any good, I just can’t seem to get enough of infertility blogs at the moment. I’m addicted to reading success stories – because they give me hope. When babies pop up right, left and centre and all you want is your own baby, it’s nice to know that you’re not the only one riding this [damn] rollercoaster, because more often than not this rollercoaster ride feels lonely.
Without sounding too religious here, I woke up this morning with an urge to write my own infertility blog. I have been writing as I go along in this process, but it is not until now that I decided to publish my thoughts. To be honest, I never thought I’d write one because I did not for a second think I’d have enough material to write one. Naively, I thought that by now, surely, I’d be busy changing nappies, complaining about sore nipples from breastfeeding and going to Gymboree classes instead of doctor’s appointments… But here I am, a good two and a bit years into this journey and I have no baby yet and I am not currently pregnant.
That said, I’m determined to get H and I across the finish line in the egg-and-sperm race – no matter how many times we drop that egg. And, I am ready to share my race story with you. I promise to share the good, the bad and the ugly. In vitro veritas! (Sorry, I do love a
good bad pun.)
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton