At 33, I found myself navigating a conversation about the future of my relationship when an unexpected pregnancy occurred. My partner and I hadn’t mapped out our family plans yet, but recognizing our love for one another, we thought, “Why not?” However, the joy was short-lived as I experienced a miscarriage. A few months later, I became pregnant again, only to face another loss. It soon dawned on us that carrying a pregnancy to term might be a challenge for me, prompting us to seriously pursue starting a family.
Month after month, I found myself buying pregnancy tests, often testing far too early, holding onto the belief that I must be pregnant. Each month, the result was the same—disappointment. After a couple of years, I finally had a pregnancy that seemed to hold promise. But just a day before my 12-week ultrasound, the bleeding started, and off to the ER I went. Another miscarriage.
During this tumultuous time, I turned to online message boards. There was a sense of community among those of us trying for that first pregnancy, but when I lost my chance to join in on the shared experience, I made the toxic choice to linger on the board. I watched as the women I once connected with continued their journeys to motherhood without me.
I regretfully admit that I started to harbor resentment toward those women. Their complaints and frustrations felt trivial in light of my struggles. How could they voice dissatisfaction when they were fortunate enough to be pregnant? I had no empathy; I didn’t belong in that space anymore.
Every time I encountered a mother with multiple children, my anger flared. Four kids? Meanwhile, I couldn’t even manage to have one! I felt betrayed by Mother Nature. New pregnancy announcements felt like personal blows, as if each one reduced my chances of ever conceiving. The overwhelming lack of control over such a vital aspect of my life filled me with bitterness and jealousy.
Five years after my first miscarriage, I finally welcomed a healthy baby boy into the world. Just a year later, I began to write about parenting. In the years that followed, I often encountered echoes of my former self—particularly in discussions about loss, where someone would inevitably try to outdo everyone else’s pain. Or I’d see someone inject a dose of guilt into a lighthearted post, reminding others of their good fortune in having children.
I recognize you, dear friend, who’s desperately trying to keep it all together while your hurt seeps through your words. I empathize with you. It’s essential to remember that another person’s pregnancy doesn’t diminish your chances of having one yourself.
I didn’t realize the impact of infertility on my character until it was behind me. I see now that my struggles turned me into a person I wasn’t proud of—one filled with judgment, jealousy, and anger. You’re entitled to feel sad and frustrated, but try not to let infertility morph you into someone bitter.
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In summary, while the journey through infertility is profoundly challenging, it’s crucial to maintain compassion—both for yourself and others. Don’t let your struggles turn you into a mean girl; rather, embrace your emotions and seek understanding.