Infertility is finally seeing those 2 pink lines and holding back your excitement because you know this doesn’t guarantee a living, breathing, healthy baby.
Infertility is overthinking every. single. thing. you do of every. single. day. Thinking, “could this hurt our chances of becoming pregnant?”
Infertility is worrying that you’ll miss your sister in laws bachelorette party that is 11 months away because if you are pregnant, you worry about the risks of flying.
Infertility is feeling alone and isolated, when in reality SO many couples are suffering in silence, longing to grow their families. Why are we so silent!? Why do we feel this is so shameful?
Infertility is wanting to scream from the rooftops to break the stigma and bring awareness to this terrible disease!
Infertility is endless google searches, holding on to the small chance that any small twinge or flutter you feel could be your miracle baby.
Infertility is holding back tears when your good friend shares she is pregnant, and says they “weren’t even trying”.
Infertility is mood swings and arguments with your husband, about literally nothing.
Infertility is laying on the couch, all day long, with no motivation to get up to even get a glass of water.
Infertility is acronyms. So many acronyms. BFP, BFN, 2WW, PUPO, AF, ART, BCP, DPO, DPR, DPT, ER, FET, HcG, IVF, OPK, PCOS, ENDO, PIO, there are so many more…
Infertility is headaches, nausea, hot flashes and vomiting from fertility medications. Like we aren’t even pregnant and this is worse than most of you experience from morning sickness.
Infertility is thinking “we should’ve started trying sooner”, even though you wanted to wait so you wouldn’t risk missing your sister’s wedding.
Infertility is feeling judged by others because your only chance at having a family is IVF, and this process isn’t “natural” or “God’s plan”
Infertility is smiling through so many conversations, when in reality you’re screaming inside.
Infertility is second guessing your doctors and nurses.
Infertility is being thrown so many curveballs, and feeling like you’ve struck out.
Infertility: The Silent Struggle 