Hi everyone, I'm new to this platform/forum but certainly not new to the infertility journey - and after four years of trying, I am struggling to find the strength to carry on with this quest to be honest. Anyone interested in the details can read a bit more about our journey in my profile bio, but to cut a long story short: one m/c of a pregnancy of unknown location, two ops due to fibroids and uterine issues, one failed fresh IVF round and one frozen cycle abandoned last month because of fluid in my uterus. Another hysteroscopy incoming...
So! Four years of monthly heartbreak, compounded by the knowledge that my uterus has some serious attitude, makes for a weary, cynical me. I'm just so exhausted from all the relentless setbacks, the lack of support from clinic staff and the shame and isolation of not being able to grow a tiny human.
Pregnancy announcements are devastating - no one can prepare you for how they floor you, and even if well-meaning friends try, the words just sting. I've been unable to see close friends during their pregnancies, and dread updates on social media. I subconsciously scan every single woman I see on the street for the telltale signs of a bump and I can spot the baby on board tube badge a mile off. Just me?!
Having a baby is on my mind every second of the day, so it's honestly laughable when people tell you to relax and try not to think about it. My husband is the most amazing man and so supportive, but I can't help thinking he'd be better off with someone who can give him a family. Because the problem so clearly lies with me, I've lost so much confidence because I don't feel I measure up, and that's now permeating every single part of my life. So then my brain says: I could hardly blame him if he was to leave - I'm definitely not the same woman he fell in love with.
Phew! Sorry for the outpouring, but it does help to let it out. The complexity of the emotions you go through is insane, isn't it? And so, so draining. Sending love to everyone out there xx