Has a year really gone by since I nervously posted my very first blog entry? Apparently it has.
According to my entry stats, February 8 is indeed my blogiversary. To say I was feeling vulnerable on that chilly February evening a year ago would be an understatement. I was shivering but not from the cold. No, I was shaken to the core because it was the first time I had ever publicly proclaimed my infertility. I felt nauseous, liberated and terrified all at the same time.
I wondered if I would be shunned as an infertile woman’s worst nightmare, or find others online who had shared some of the same thoughts and emotions that I had been struggling to understand. Within days my trepidation was all but gone as I was warmly embraced with welcomes, good wishes and acceptance.
It’s been a richly rewarding and healing experience to explore and come to terms with long-suppressed memories and feelings. If there’s one thing I’ve learned it is that infertility leaves deep scars — scars that are not evident to those who have not seen or experienced infertility firsthand.
My writing has been fueled by sadness, ah ha moments, laughter and friendship, indignation, and even hope. Equally important I want to make it clear to all who stop by for a visit that infertility is complex and multifaceted.
Your support and acknowledgments have gone a long way in helping me find a new form of peace. Your comments have both given me food for thought and made me feel less alone in my experience. For that I am eternally grateful, and I hope in getting to know you through your blogs I have returned the favor.
Before I get too mushy, cake anyone?