"I wish I could bake a cake filled with rainbows and smiles and everyone would eat and be happy." -- Mean Girls
300th 200th Friday Blog Roundup! If you don't know what the Roundup is, go check out (the amazingly fabulous) Mel's blog and then come back and see me.
I've always said that life events or crises teach you who your true friends are, and I've found this to be true with infertility. When doctors first diagnosed us with infertility over a year and a half ago, I had no one to turn to. Most friends and family members didn't understand what we were going through and what we were about to face. They are fertile. They don't know what it's like to go crazy because they aren't able to fulfill their motherly or fatherly instinct. They don't know what it's like to go for broke in every aspect of your life to have a child. They don't know what it's like to cry until your body shakes after a failed cycle or a miscarriage. They can smile and try to lend a hand (or make completely inappropriate comments), and then just like that, they move on. But we don't move on. We carry this burden day in and day out.
When I began blogging, I had no idea that there was such a large community whose members were going through the exact same things we were going through. I credit Mel for this. If it weren't for her blog, I wouldn't know many of you. I would have never read your stories, felt your pain, or had your support--and all of those things have been vital in making me who I am today as a blogger and as a person.
Each of you is more than a friend. We are a family. We laugh together and cry together. Sometimes we disagree, but at the end of the day, I know I can come on here and pour my heart and soul onto this page without fear that someone will judge me, or think I'm insane, or try to talk me out of one decision or another. It's easy to get wrapped up in thinking that you and your partner are the only couple in the world that is facing this. But reading your blogs and your comments reminds me that we are not alone. We are millions strong: united we stand and divided we fall. My hope is that we always remember where we came from, and we always value each other's worth.
To those of you reading this who have been there to support me at any point on this journey: thank you. Thank you for not being a mean girl, and for filling my cake with rainbows and smiles so that my darkest days may not be so dark. And thank you to Mel. As much as it sucks being infertile, it's people like you who make me love being a part of this community. Cheers to you and happy birthday to the Roundup.