Whenever I hear of a friend or acquaintance who has fallen pregnant I am over the moon happy for them. Truly. I get so excited. I practically do handstands and cartwheels for them. I love listening to pregnancy stories and birth stories. I think it is such a blessing to share in these miracles as women, friends and sisters.
But…
A small not so small part of me stamps her foot, pouts her lips and whines ‘why not me?’
Why is it taking so long? Why did I have to try for 6 months before being told to take Clomid? Why did I take the Clomid anyway because my damn tubes were blocked so the Clomid did jack shit? Why? Why? Why?
I know my chances have increased 100% since having the lap in December and that this month might very well be THE month. I know I have no right to whine and complain, 9 months is nothing, there are women who wait 9 years or more to have a baby. 9 months really isn’t that long. I know that I am so blessed to have a son already!!
Maybe I just needed to vent, get it out there and let go of it so that I can move on with trying to fall pregnant.
As I stand now I am in the dreaded two week wait (2WW). Hold thumbs!
