How does that saying go,
“it’s not the destination but the journey”
or “it’s the journey not the destination”.
I have realized, that since starting my blog and opening up to
the world (strangers and non-strangers alike) about our struggle
with infertility, I have met some pretty amazing and wonderful
people. Both in real life and in the blogosphere.
I read so many different blogs but the ones that I continue to
visit time and again are blogs that discuss infertility,
loss, and family. Overcoming the agony of infertility.
Coming to terms with the way lives are unfolding and learning
to accept that which you have no control over or that
which you cannot change.
I feel like I have become part of a community.
Like I have made a connection with people that
I have never met and will probably never meet.
It was just before our one year trying to conceive anniversary
when I became a part of an online support group and in a way,
it saved me from myself. From the desperation that was
consuming my life. Believe me when I say comsuming my life.
It was all I could think about… despite all the other
wonderful things going on around me. I could not see past our
infertility.
Even now, I find myself hating infertility and I have two
gorgeous girls. I have been blessed twice when others are
still struggling for one. Every day (and sometimes every
hour) I am struck by just how lucky I am to be a mother.
I don’t think my journey is over. Even when we have
completed our family, I don’t think it will be over.
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I wish I would have started blogging sooner in my journey. Before our 1st PG I could have used some saving from myself! I do love the community and wish that I could meet some of the wonderful women out there.
Now that our family is as big as it’s going to get it’s like no one we know about remembers. Blogging seems to be my only outlet for dealing with IF and working through it. Even my husband doesn’t seem to get it anymore???
Anyway loved the post!
Eloquently put. I’m with you 100%.
Nice job Rumour! We all know how you feel, I also feel that way. I try to forget,but sometimes, I feel like at least I can share my experience with anyone who is just starting in the awful IF world.
what a beautiful, honest post.
I feel exactly like that, like when people look at me they see a mother and I still see an IF woman who just got lucky.
The journey won’t be over for me, because it changed me, it made me someone I didn’t recognize for a long time and I’m not sure I want to forget, because if I do, then what kind of honor am I giving the babies born from it?
*hugs my friend*