I’m happy for them. I really am. But honestly, I’m so frustrated with my own life right now.
Almost everyone around me has had kids. Now it’s pregnancy 1.0, delivery 2.0, naming ceremony 3.0, first birthday 4.0 and the cycle just keeps going. Every other status is pregnancy, baby, ceremony or milestone, and I’m just sitting here wondering when it’s going to be my turn.
After 3 years of infertility, treatments, medications, procedures, injections, transfers, hopes and disappointments, watching people around me get pregnant so easily is becoming really hard.
And yes, sometimes I compare. I see people with PCOS, thyroid issues, weight issues, husbands who smoke, and they somehow get pregnant in their first try. Meanwhile, my husband and I have tried everything we can, done everything right, and still nothing.
I know life doesn’t work on a who deserves it more basis. I know all of that logically.
But emotionally, it still feels incredibly unfair.
I’m not unhappy for them. I’m just heartbroken for myself.
I don’t want their life or their baby. I just want my turn.
And after three years of this, even hoping is starting to feel exhausting.
I don’t even know what I’m looking for by posting this. Maybe I just needed to say it somewhere without having to pretend I’m okay. If you’ve been through this, please tell me I’m not the only one who has felt this way, because right now I could really use some understanding.