I've found myself in a place I never thought I'd be - the land of infertility. I always believed my sex-ed teachers in high school when they told us that the only safe sex was no sex. When I became sexually active, I spent each month in agony waiting for my period. And when my husband and I decided it was time to start trying, I thought it would take a few months. Six months at most. Never more than a year. Ha.
It's been sixteen months now and I've never seen anything but stark white pregnancy tests. We recently found out we're dealing with MFI - my husband's urologist bluntly stated we need to think about IVF. Now we're working on finishing up my tests and meeting with an RE to discuss our options.
Dealing with infertility has changed me in many ways. I've learned to be more patient and appreciate the kindness of my friends and family. But I 've also developed this almost primal rage and anger that seems to always be just below the surface. I hope to use this blog as a pressure relief valve for these feelings. I know that reading other infertility blogs really helps me deal with this mess, and I hope that I can return the favor to other people.
Thanks for reading this - I look forward to discussing my thoughts and feelings in the time ahead!