Infertility…SUCKS! We’ve been trying to have another baby since Ethan was about 6 months old. That was almost a year and a half ago. I haven’t had a normal cycle since Ethan was born. Every month I pray that I get a cycle, because that would at least mean that things are working. Every month I’m disappointed. The only thing the doctor can tell me is that I have PCOS. It’s such a generic diagnosis. It’s almost like they are say, we don’t know why you’re not having a normal cycle so we’re going to give you this label. I go for another round of blood work this month. Blood work is soooo much fun. Not really. And this one, well it’s going to be like a four or five vial blood draw. Got to have all my hormone levels checked yet again. But see here’s the catch-22. I have a child. I should be happy for that, right? He’s healthy and happy and mine. But, I feel unfulfilled. Like something is lacking, that I am supposed to have more babies. No one seems to understand this and I think that’s part of the reason I have been feeling so lonely recently. I have no one to talk to about this that understands. One person tells me to be happy that I have a child, one person tells me to stop trying to have another baby and we’ll have one. None of those are comforting. They just make me feel bad. So like I said at first…Infertility SUCKS.
