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The Lessons I Have Learned...

Starting this whole journey 10 months ago, I had no idea what it meant to be infertile. I have come up with a list of some of the lessons life has given me...

I have learned...

1. That the longer and harder I try to concieve, the more pregnant women spring up around me.
2. That living my life in 2 week increments would be the norm.
3. That my cycles would be documented in detail on a chart every month.
4. That PA school didn't really teach me anything about a woman's reproductive cycle.
5. That simply relaxing won't get me pregnant. And it is impossible to "just not think about it."
6. That doing everything right doesn't equal positive results.
7. That one day my husband would know details about my uterus, ovaries, ovulatory cycle, etc.
8. That I wouldn't know how important a baby was to me until it took so long and I realized I
would do anything to make it happen.
9. That it is insensitive and possibly hurtful to ask people when they are going to have a baby.
10. That women who do get pregnant are truly blessed. And it isn't always fair.
11. That medicine and procedures are incredibly expensive and nothing is guaranteed.
12. That it turns out there is nothing in the water at work that will help me conceive.
13. That having dye shot through your fallopian tubes to check for blockages is NOT a pleasant
procedure!!!
14. That I would discuss my infertility and cycles with my male friends and feel totally
comfortable.
15. That this would be by far one on the hardest things I would ever go through.
16. That I would become so comfortable with stirrups that I forget that it's actually
embarrassing.
17. That infertility makes you feel very alone even if everyone is incredibly supportive.
18. That for the first time in my life, I actually feel like I NEED my husband.
19. That I would avoid our spare bedroom (aka: potential nursery).
20. That I would take more pills a day than most of my elderly patients.
21. That you can actually have 100 cysts on each ovary and not feel them.
22. That I would begin every morning by taking my "basal body" temperature.
23. That I would watch for a change in my "cervical mucus". I know, GROSS!
24. That complete strangers on infertility blogs would become some of my best friends.
25. That I would avoid public get togethers- showers, parties, etc. for fear of how many people
would ask me about having a baby.

Comments

  1. Oh...So I am not the only one that feels this way? Praying for you. We have the same problem with PCOS!

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  2. You have me crying. I know how hard this is. I have so much faith that this is going to work for you guys. You are always in my prayers.

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  3. This is Kandice by the way. lol

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