The title says it all.
Through this journey I have met some beautiful people. Kind, thoughtful, caring women who will be the most amazing mothers. We have supported each other, laughed and cried together.
It's just not fair.
Watching these friends deal with heartache and pain from failed treatments. From chemical pregnancies, miscarriages, repeated miscarriages and little angels born sleeping.
Tired and weary, I have watched these women continue to approach each round with hope. Surely this time will be our time. And the more you hope, the more vaunerable you are and the further you fall. Yet they pick themselves up and keep going. Willing to do anything and everything to get to the day they can hold their baby in their arms.
And even then, when you do get pregnant, its so hard to relax, over annalysing every twinge and pang. Consulting Dr google on everything looking for reasurance that the pain you just felt is normal. That the spotting doesnt mean its ending. It's so hard to celebrate and enjoy it because there has already been so much loss.
To my fertility ftiends. You are so fucking strong and courageous. I am here for you as you have been for me. We will beat this!
