Talking about this sort of thing is not my favorite. Reproduction between a couple is very private and personal. It can be rewarding or disappointing. It can drain you emotionally and leave you feeling like a person you don’t even know. Trying to conceive can be the best or worst time of your life.
Joseph and I started trying in December of 2011, which means at this point we have been trying to conceive about a year. The year mark is when a couple is deemed infertile if they have not yet conceived. It’s such a cold, harsh and scary word. It’s a word I’m having to face.
A good girl friend of mine who knows what I’m going through, mostly because we’re basically at the same point, sent me this article on Infertility Etiquette which I think very clearly and eloquently deals with what I’m going through.
I hate writing about this but I do it because I want anyone who struggles with this to know that it doesn’t have to be this dirty shameful secret. Sure, I don’t want to talk about it with people personally… it will make me cry but I know what it’s like to be ashamed of my perceived shortcomings as a woman.