Hello to all you Unpregnant Chicks!
This is for those of you who are trying, and by god you ARE trying, to wind up in a motherly way.
For those of you who are plugging along every month in the hopes that your tiny bean is just around the next corner… or ovulation predictor strip, as the case may be!
You have found your place- Welcome! Here we can keep plugging along together. For, I too, know what it’s like to try my darnedest to get knocked up and it was a major struggle! Even though it’s hard, I’m determined to find the lighter more sarcastic side to this journey. I want more snarkiness and less sobbing. I want more laughter and less heartache. I want more incredulity and less depression. Because this road is hard- Hard and long! And that’s precisely why we need to put some humour back into the process. I can’t go another month simply wallowing in grief. No. I Refuse! Sometimes, you just need to pick yourself back up and laugh at the ridiculousness of the whole thing. And sometimes you need a girlfriend to help you get there. I’m that friend, let’s talk about it.
Like weight gain from treatments: How dare mother-nature give you no baby and yet the extra weight and bloating from fertility treatments?! Damn that woman in line at the grocery store for wondering how far along you are! We don’t need her shit and we certainly don’t need to go it alone.
Like advice about trying: That woman who swears her daughter finally got knocked up, “With TWINS!”, after drinking fermented mares piss, under a full moon, while buck-ass nekkid… is f-ing crazy! Probably crazier than either you or I. She’s probably incapable of shutting up at all, the poor thing. If we weren’t so wrapped up in this depressing journey it would be clear just how hilarious her statement is. I mean, fermented mares piss? Come ON! We can certainly laugh about THAT one together!
There, are you smiling yet? I could go on and on, and I will, in other posts. But for now, I am sick of pretending that this journey doesn’t hurt. It does. Let’s talk about it and shed some light on the situation. Let’s create a space where those dealing with infertility don’t feel so alone. And let’s laugh! Because laughing rocks my socks and, hopefully, yours too. Please enjoy reading these posts, smile and breathe deep. Things here in infertility land are strange and uncomfortable. Let’s try to work through it together. So, read on and feel free to write me about your experiences. We can walk this path together.
Everything is more enjoyable with a group of like-minded “chicks” anyway!