
Today’s post is not going to be a happy one. I really thought I was doing okay, and that I have made peace with my future. A friend revealed to me that she was 12 weeks pregnant today. And although I am happy for her, I can’t help but be sad for myself. It is moments like these that remind me of my childless grief.
Sad for my husband, sad for our future and sad for our failure.
It hit me hard, so very hard. And now I am on her support team, because I don’t when to shut up and look after myself. My husband understands my childless grief, but doesn’t feel it. All he can think is that we are better to be childless than to have the worry of having an aging egg meeting a sperm and running the risk of complications.
And intellectually I agree with … Read the rest



