I sent out my Project IF, and I only received four responses. One was from my mom, so that doesn’t count. At first, I was upset, but now I’m at peace.
I know I did the right thing. I know I do the right thing every time I put up a status on Facebook or post something on Twitter. I know that others don’t have it in them to come forward. With National Infertility Awareness Week upon us, I want them to know that there is someone out there who they can talk to and someone who is willing to advocate openly for them. Someone else who feels the same way. Someone else who is going through the same pain. Someone else who questions whether they will ever become a parent.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: when life (or infertility, in this case) hands you lemons, just ask for some salt and tequila. In other words, make the best of it. Right now, I’m making the best of it by setting up the new house and reading Unsung Lullabies.
I’m making the best of it by trying to ignore the fact that I’m 10 dpIUI and set to test on Friday.