We've been on a little vacation...okay, a pretty long one...and it was nice. We saw a lot of sights. I'm not quite ready to be back in real life yet.
Today I started spotting out of the blue...no warning...no cramping, no headache, slightly sore boobs, but not the usual signs of pending AF. AF is due this week, so I'm not terribly surprised, but usually "feel" it coming on. I hate this day or two that I spot before things start full-on. It gives me hope that maybe this is like the month I found out I was pregnant and the spotting will miraculously stop.
It's been coming on for quite some time now...but I feel myself reaching the breaking point of this whole TTC thing. Frankly, I've reached the point where I am ready to throw my hands up in the air and say "okay universe -- you win!"
Next month is the 5 year mark of throwing away the birth control pills. This month is the one year mark of my miscarriage. One year and we're still in the same place. Maybe this is God's way of telling me I'm not supposed to be a parent. Sometimes I look around at what's going on in the world and wonder if I really want to bring a child into this. I told my husband tonight that I have lost all hope, there is really none left. This is a new low for me.
We have a couple who are about our age and don't have children. We've never talked about if they or we are TTC and my husband and I made the assumption they would not have children. Yet, everytime we go out with them, I wonder if this will be the time they tell us they are pregnant. Once I see her have a drink, I can relax a little bit. The good news is, after seeing them this week, I no longer have to wonder if this will be the time they will tell us they are pregnant, because they are. It's out in the open now. And while I am very happy for them -- they will be great parents -- selfishly I am sad for me. And I feel horrible that I can't be 100% happy for them and just for them.
It's frustrating -- no one in my real life seems to get it. What it's like to worry everytime you go out with friends (a variety of them) and worry that they are going to make "the big announcement". Or to sit in a meeting at work and watch a woman rub her pregnant belly. Or to watch other couples "lap" you, sometimes even twice, in the baby process. Noone understands why I am obsessed about this, and can't stop. My husband just looks at me with sad eyes...he doesn't even know what to say.
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