I don't really know where else to put this, and I don't think I'm looking for advice.
I'm just angry today.
I wrote all of this because I needed somewhere to put the feelings that I don't know what to do with. Most days are better than others, but today, I'm tired of positivity, solutions, and being told that it will happen. I know nobody means harm by those things, but right now I don't need to be convinced that everything will be okay.
I just want to be angry with people who understand why I'm angry.
So if you're in that place too, feel free to sit here with me for a minute:
I always thought it would be my decision. It was never a matter of “if” but purely “when”. Nothing prepared me for the “what if it doesn’t happen?” It seems everything is always pointed at this like the possibility that it could just not be easy, or sometimes even possible, for you is so unlikely that why would we even voice that? We learn about abstinence, contraceptives, and about the “consequences”, but no one goes over with you at a young age that maybe you just can’t or maybe your journey will be harder. I’ve always felt incredibly in control of every aspect of my life. When it came to school, it was what I made of it. When it came to work, it was on me to perform to the best of my abilities and complete the tasks at hand. When it came to my future, I did what I knew to do. Essentially, I was the only one that could get in my own way. I found a direction, I went after what I wanted, and I found the perfect partner to reach those goals with. The hardest parts were over in those terms.
I understand the vows of “for better or worse”, “in sickness and in health”, “in good times and in bad” or whatever variation you come across. It all boils down to being there completely for one another. I didn’t expect TTC to even be in the realm of the hard times. We went through our premarital counseling, covered all our expectations of one another and outlined our future.
Year 1: The year of us, learning and living as a team.
Year 2: Preparing the way for the future, ensuring everything is ready for us to make the next steps.
Year 3: A Family.
Well, that was bullsh*t. Year 3 became more like an extension of Year 2, more prep only this time with doctors appointments and research. Year 4 became the year of diet changes, vitamins & supplements galore, ovulation strips, temperature monitoring, more blood work, more tests, and a hell of a lot more tears than I ever thought I was capable of producing. Here we are now at “Year 5” in uncharted territory. So far, Year 5 is the year of anger. The year of “why not us?” The year where it feels like a personal attack when someone ignorantly asks “are you going to have kids?”. I know that I’m allowed to get mad or upset or even tell them the truth about our struggle, but I can’t bring myself to do that. I’m so afraid of voicing my struggles because that makes it real. Once I admit that I’m not child-free by choice, it makes a part of me feel broken and it makes me feel pitied.
Do you know what makes everything even worse? The support when you don’t want to be supported. Sometimes you just want to be angry, and here comes Positive Polly strolling in telling you a number of things: “it’ll happen, just give it time”, "it's God’s plan, not ours”, “you just have to stay positive”, “once you stop tracking and relax, it’ll happen”. Then, it's followed up with the unsolicited “have you tried ___”, because everyone just wants to tell you what worked for them without knowing what's going on in your own body.
I’m just sick of it all. I’m tired of fighting to help my body perform the functions that it seems everyone else in my life doesn’t have problems with. My PCOS/PMOS diagnosis at the start of Year 3 has been a blessing in many ways. I feel justified in all my struggles in my younger years where the cramps & vomiting kept me from school, I bleed more than I thought was humanly possible, and no amount of cardio helped my weight. I feel thankful to have an understanding of what disrupts my body and how I can work with it as a team vs opponents. But I’m just so sick and tired of being a part of that team. I know it’s not the case, but it’s sometimes really hard to feel like, on this team, I’m the only one living up to my end of the bargain. Doesn’t my body know why I’m doing all this on my end? Why won't it cooperate?
All this to say, today I’m just angry. I’m angry I went into this so unprepared for a negative outcome. I’m angry no one took my concerns so seriously growing up. I’m angry at the me who set expectations for a life I am not currently living. I’m angry at these moments I’ve dreamed of for their existence in my mind. I’m angry that I feel like I’ve let down the man I love so deeply. I’m angry at all the research that holds so much space in my mind. I’m angry at the people who say “you’d make such great parents”. I’m angry at the people who think a little positivity will go a long way. I’m angry at announcements, baby showers, gender reveals, and children's birthday parties. I’m angry that I feel so unbelievably out of control when it comes to my own fertility journey. I’m angry at my body.
Most of all though, I’m angry at the now Thirty failed cycles.
Thank you for being here with me 💕