Five Things I Learned About Being An Infertile
1) I thought before that you would be diagnosed infertile and you would instantly be like, “I’m infertile!” But I still feel like a kid. I didn’t anticipate that. I have this infertility but I’m the exact same! (You nailed it Keri! I totally feel like a kid, too! In fact since kids don’t factor into my schedule I can indulge in kid-like behavior whenever the spirit moves me. Sometimes I feel like Peter Pan.)
2) You can’t control things like you used to, and you have to roll with things better. (Wow, I guess we do share more things common than I thought! I have had to cede control, too, to the 28-day cycle watch, the demanding prescription drug schedules, and the never-ending two week waits.)
3) You still have to see your friends, but the one thing that changes is you have to develop weird bedtime rituals … so that kind of exes out the dinners with them. (So true! Sex on demand can sort of throw a monkey wrench into planning — “excuse us, the ovulation predictor kit says we need to get it on right now”… )
4) You can’t wear nice clothes. But none of that stuff matters as much anyway. There’s something else that’s so much more important. (Okay, she was referring to projectile vomiting, which is not altogether unfamiliar to infertiles — I threw up plenty of times after the anesthesia wore off … and my nice clothes shopping was curtailed when I had to stop discretionary spending so we could save for treatments that weren’t covered by insurance.)
5) You just become that much more empathetic, and your heart is that much bigger. It’s wild, but it happens. (Yeah, Keri, I know what you mean. I’m much more empathetic now to the loss and pain that infertility brings into relationships, life planning and getting through the holidays…)
And for those of you who missed the inaugural word replacement post you can find it here. Next on the list is planning dinner and movie with Mr. PJ. The movie criteria: a story that will tickle my funny bone. I want to laugh my ass off.