I did a little homework in the blogosphere before I started this blog. There are a staggeringly high number of blogs dedicated to those deep in the throes of trying to conceive using any and all methods.
Most classify their blogrolls with some variant of “Hoping, Trying,” “Two Pink Lines” and “On the Other Side.” You get the drift. I’m still in the sisterhood, but I don’t see a category for those who, for lack of a better descriptor fit this billing: “Biologically Impossible (but I tried, really really hard).”
Yes. I’m a bona fide infertile (but still vital, youngish and otherwise healthy). As such when I’m surrounded by fertile myrtles I experience ostracism the likes of which are hard to describe. While painful, I’ve developed coping strategies like discreetly withdrawing when my colleagues gather around and launch into “top this” stories about their little ones.
In these early days of blogging I can’t help but wonder if I might experience ostracism of a different sort now that I’ve moved away from the modern day equivalent of the “Kremlin watch” – the cycle watch.
I sent out a few exploratory notes to fellow bloggers asking to be considered for their blogrolls. My hope is to be included in this active community. Who wants to be a misfit all over again?
So, you can imagine my delight and relief when I opened my email to find an almost immediate response from the keeper of Me the Bumblebee. She was kind and empathetic. Her support and acknowledgement contained a powerful message of inclusion. What a wonderful woman. I wish her only success in her quest.