by The Wannabe Mom
I just re-read all my blog posts. From the beginning.
Yikes.
I promise I’m not really a sad-sack. I just play one on this blog.
IRL–in real life–I’m one of the most positive, upbeat individuals you’ll ever meet. For the most part–I’m always happy. I’m always smiling. And–if you ask–I’m always fine. Even when I’ve just failed my 9,007th pregnancy test or miscarried my baby–I manage to put on a happy face and carry-on with the best of them.
That’s just how I’m wired.
Here’s the reality–I write about our struggle through infertility. We’ve been trying to conceive—unsuccessfully–for 22 months. At this point in the game, there isn’t much happy, funny lightheartedness to share with the class. It’s all kind of crappy and depressing. But that’s what infertility is—crappy and depressing.
The wannabemom is just one part of me though. The rest of me is pretty great. In the grand-scheme of things, I’m lucky. And, I know that.
I’m healthy. Any day I’m this side of the ground is a good day.
My parents are here and healthy. My in-laws are too. They are ready and willing to support us when we finally make grandparents out of them.
My friends are amazing. They’ve saved all their maternity clothes for me. They wipe my tears and make me laugh until I pee my pants a little. Friends that cause mild incontinence—we should all be so lucky.
My job is the best. My co-workers are brilliant people. I love coming to work everyday.
My husband is wonderful. I could write an entire post about just how wonderful he is. In fact–stay tuned. I just may do that.
Life is good. I don’t have much to complain about–other than my barren belly. I just want to make sure you all know that.
I don’t mean to bring you down with my posts. I do mean to give you some insight into infertility. In case you haven’t realized–it’s no picnic.
Someday I know I’ll have happy news for all of you. Until then–just hang in here with me and know I’m really doing alright.