Today was the first day I have almost literally come close to slapping someone in the face for telling me "You're young, relax!". A lot is being discussed in the blog world about young/old women and infertility. I feel for each and every one of us.
However, my pain is still real. I still go to sleep some night crying.
I can't see myself 15 years from now. I don't know what type of person I would be like if I still don't get pregnant (or adopt) 15 years from now.
My pain doesn't know how old I am, nor does it care.
I am blessed I have time on my side, that's definatly a plus in the books.
May we each come to the end of this journey with the child/ren we have fought for.
1 comment:
Ah, the secret fantasy of infertiles.
Slap, slap. :-)
Good on you for maintaining your restraint, though.
Age makes a difference, but not all the difference. Just like diagnosis makes a difference, treatment options, ...
Every IF story is different, the pain is much more the same.
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