As a disclaimer: I love my best friend "C" with all my heart, and I do not want her to take any of this personally. Not at all. :)
Yesterday, I went on a movie date with my best friend, C, who is now eight months pregnant. I hadn't seen her in a little while, so I was happy to be able to get out and talk to her. I got to see her new house (beautiful!) and her growing tummy. I got to feel the little baby girl move around both before and during the movie. It was the sweetest, most beautiful thing. Such a miracle.
Then, at around one in the morning, I drove back to my mother's house, went upstairs, got into bed and cried. Just for a little while. I cried because that beautiful feeling is not something I can experience right now. I cried because in the two years I've been trying to have a baby, I could have had two babies by now. I cried because I've watched others of my friends get pregnant during this time, and all the while I've been at this longer than they've been. I cried because the idea of this happening naturally is something I both crave, and something I know is just not going to happen. I cried because I don't know what is wrong with me. I cried because I am scared. I am scared because I know that this FET might not work...why should I have faith in it when nothing else has worked so far? How does someone keep having faith in procedures that have continued to fail me?
When C was uncomfortable during the movie and had to get up to walk around, I worried about her, and at the same time, I *craved* wanting to feel that way. I wanted nothing more than to be uncomfortable...too uncomfortable to watch a movie, even. For just a moment, I'd do anything to feel what she is feeling. Anything.
Tonight, B accidentally stabbed me in a nerve when giving me my estrogen shot. I've been sitting on an ice pack since it hurts to sit now. This is as close to being uncomfortable as I am going to get, I guess.
Dear God, please let this be the end of my trying to conceive journey. I am tired...so, so very tired. And I am ready. I'm ready to take this on, if you would just give it to me...I would take it, and I'd be forever grateful for it.
Please.
This really resonated with me this morning. I spent time with my bff and her newborn, 2 and 4 year old this weekend and it was heart wrenching. I am so tired of feeling this way and waiting and hoping.
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