When I was 33, an unexpected pregnancy prompted the “what’s next for us” conversation with my partner. We hadn’t planned on it, but we realized our love and commitment to each other and thought, “Why not?” Unfortunately, that led to a miscarriage. A few months later, I found myself pregnant again, only to face another loss. It became clear that maintaining a pregnancy wouldn’t be straightforward for me, so we began to actively try for a child.
Month after month, I bought pregnancy tests, often testing far too early, convincing myself that this time would be different. Yet, month after month, the results were disappointing. A couple of years later, I finally managed to get a pregnancy to hold, but just a day before my 12-week ultrasound—the time when many announce their pregnancy—I started bleeding heavily and rushed to the ER. It was another miscarriage.
During this time, I was a member of online message boards. There’s something comforting about connecting with others who understand the struggle of trying for that first pregnancy. But I eventually felt like an outsider as I no longer had a pregnancy to discuss. Despite my heartache, I made the unwise choice to remain on the pregnancy board, silently observing the women I once shared a bond with continuing their journeys.
I won’t lie—I began to feel animosity toward those women. Every complaint or worry they expressed seemed trivial to me. How could anyone complain about their pregnancy when they were fortunate enough to have one? I experienced no empathy, and it was clear I had no reason to remain in that space.
Seeing mothers with multiple children infuriated me. Four kids? And I couldn’t even manage to have one? It felt like a cruel joke from Mother Nature. Each new pregnancy announcement seemed to diminish my own chances of becoming pregnant as if there was a finite number of pregnancies allowed. I was overwhelmed with anger, jealousy, and resentment.
Five years after that first heartbreaking loss, I welcomed a healthy baby boy into my life. A year later, I started writing about parenting and, in my journey, I’ve encountered reflections of my former self multiple times. She often appears in conversations about loss, insisting that her experience is somehow worse. Or she pops up in lighthearted discussions, reminding others to appreciate what they have, as if no one should complain when they possess what I desperately wanted.
I see you, woman trying to hold it together, your pain spilling over into your words. I understand your struggle. Remember, not everyone’s story of infertility has a happy ending, but someone else’s pregnancy doesn’t take away your chances of having one too.
I didn’t realize the negative impact infertility had on me while I was going through it. Now, I recognize that my battle with infertility transformed me into someone I didn’t want to be. I built walls during my struggles, filled with judgment, jealousy, and anger.
You are entitled to feel upset, sad, or depressed about your situation. Just try not to let your infertility journey turn you into someone bitter and mean. It’s important to find healthy ways to cope and connect with others who understand.
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Summary
Infertility can lead to feelings of bitterness and resentment, transforming you into someone you may not recognize. It’s crucial to acknowledge your feelings while striving to maintain empathy for others. Remember, your journey is unique, and another person’s pregnancy does not diminish your own chances.