How come are there so many things in this world we live in that seem to define us as women.. Are you smart enough, athletic enough, thin enough, tall enough, rich enough, funny enough…can you manage it all and be a super model..but please don’t be a bitch….
And just when you think enough is enough….you are settled… in a great relationship..good solid job..you take care of yourself. ..and yeh…you actually do juggle it all and have your super model moments to boot. Then the hammer drops..you can’t do your part to create a baby…your womanness…your vessel…is broken..damaged..incomplete….or time has simply run out.. whatever your situation…it is the most painful blow of all time.
Now what….I guess that is different for each of us. For me, now what meant letting go of the traditional dream of being pregnant. The belly that everyone wants to touch..that your husband talks to while you’re lying in eachothers arms…all the excitement of friends & family…etc…
Not only did my body not work properly…but I was to old ( ick ) I hate that…I hate that the doctors almost broke into laughter when I asked about fertility at 44 yrs old. However, it also took me forever and almost having to beg to just get a doctor to give it to me straight.
Sure I could have found a doctor willing to provide fertility treatments…for the right price…But I/we knew right away that wasn’t the place for us. What we did know was adoption felt really right.
So everything should be fine, right. I/we are on the path to finding our child through adoption. Well….wrong. What do you do with all the feelings that come up as you hear..so & so is pregnant..it seems like there is a pregnancy explosion around me. Each time I hear the news.
It hits me to my core…not for the reason you would probably think..in my case it makes me sad for my husband. He is 6 yrs younger than me, and of course many of his friends have young (very fertile) wives. Seems they sneeze near eachother and their pregnant…Sometimes I can’t help to feel my sweet husband got jipped. I have told him how I feel and he always assures me that I am totally wrong. That he loves me and our journey is a perfect one for us…Did I mention how fabulous my husband is….But even with his reassurance…it wears on my heart. I hate that he is having to endure this waiting process, unsure of when we will find our child..
But then I think…maybe I can’t create a baby…but I sure know I can be a fabulous mom and eachday I try to be the best wife & partner I can be… And those qualities are worth their weight in gold…..So for me…I won’t let my eggs define my worth…