If I said What I Was Thinking...
No one tells you that when you start going on the long journey of infertility that one of the hardest things isn’t the doctor’s appointments, the tests, getting very comfortable with the wand and your own pee, no it is the ridiculous comments that come from people around you that you are forced to endure and respond to.
After three years of this I have mastered the “Lady’s Proper Response”™. I know how to politely respond and say the most efficient thing to get out of that conversation. Only to exit and break down crying because i.just.can’t.
This is where I say what I am really thinking.
Be warned, it is messy. This journey is messy, you go one direction only to turn around and start all over again.
There are no solid resolutions. Just like there is always another test, another surgery, another doctor, so this space is an open ended space for all the good and all the bad.
The grief is real, the hope is suppressed, and the humor is specific.
good luck.
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How this Site Works:
This site is broken down into four different sections, each one serves their own purpose and covers a different part of life with infertility.
The Parlor
Like the days of old, this is the space we greet strangers and acquaintances.
Light hearted topics of conversation where you start to get to know each other.
The Kitchen Table
The place for practical conversation. Where you go to learn about the day-to-day, the technical stuff, and the practical stuff.
The Boudoir
No, not THAT boudoir. This was the sitting room outside The Lady’s bedroom. This is the space for the intimate conversations over firelight and hot tea.
The undressed heart of the matter.
The Garden
Everyone needs a space to get out and breathe. This is that. This has nothing to do with fertility and trying to get pregnant but rather chickens, vegetable gardens, cooking, and goldendoodles.