Following
our trip to see Dr. Kaufman we had a mix of emotions. We aren’t broken. This is
GREAT news. But we can’t get pregnant and he has no idea why. This is not so
great news. If it were even possible I buckled down on learning more about
infertility. I got a thermometer that I would wear through the night that
constantly tracked my temps. I bought ovulation tests and took one every single
morning and every single night. I stock piled pregnancy tests like a hoarder
and when I was 5 days out from my period I’d start testing. This level of true
insanity continued for another two years. We were so convinced if nothing was
wrong then it was going to happen. When people asked “When are you having
kids?” I would become irritated. I would respond sarcastically with “Well, our
sex life is great.” When I opened up a little more and people would bring up kids
I’d flat out tell them “We’ve been trying for 3 years. I don’t know.” Everyone
seems embarrassed when they ask about kids and you respond with something
honest like the fact you are having trouble conceiving, but if you aren’t
prepared for an answer (good or bad) don’t ask the question. With the news we
were struggling to get pregnant out the advice started pouring in. People I had
never met were telling me to have a glass of red wine. Only have sex during a
full moon. You have to go to Las Vegas. The one you hear the most though is
“Just relax and it’ll happen!” In the beginning you can take the advice and
just smile and move on. But eventually the advice starts to hurt. We tried the
relaxed “it’ll happen” method for a year. I drank wine. We had sex during full
moons. We did not go to Vegas. Well we did go to Vegas but not because we
thought it would make us pregnant. It was a family vacation. We’d tried it all
so now hearing things like “relax it’ll happen” start to make you angry. That
obviously isn’t working, people don’t go years of trying then accidentally get
pregnant because their mind wandered for a minute. I just had to remind myself
that all of this unwanted advice was coming from a place of love. These were
friends and family who loved us and wanted us to be pregnant but had no clue
how to help. So they offered up as much reassurance and advice as they could.
Don’t worry, the bitterness towards advice passes for the most part. Eventually
you just smile and thank them for caring. In June 2017 we got our first sign
God was working on a plan. I had reached my breaking point. I was crying and
begging God to give me some kind of sign. If I wasn’t meant to be a Mama show
me something so I can work towards getting past this. A few days later we got
our first positive pregnancy test. There He was. He was showing me it was
possible! Unfortunately the joy didn’t last long. The pregnancy was over before
it ever really began ending around 5 weeks. Now with 2018 just a sneeze away we
decided we should go back to the fertility doctor. We were now over 3 years
into trying to conceive and had been married 4 years. Consider all of my plans
derailed.
"I have told you all this so that you may have peace in me. Here on earth you will have many trials and sorrows. But take heart, because I have overcome the world."
John 16:33 NLT
~Ashley~
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