Notes on Fertility

I don’t like using words like infertile or infertility, because for me, I’m not infertile. I have eggs and my husband has his stuff, they just aren’t the best quality. And what makes me really mad, is that our diets & lifestyle are probably pretty similar to most people, even better than some, but for whatever reason, we’re having trouble. It’s something I don’t think I’ll ever understand.

It’s a daily struggle to keep fighting and to stay positive. A daily struggle of feeling broken and losing every bit of yourself because nothing brings you joy anymore. It’s a daily struggle of feeling bitter and alone because everyone close around you has been able to get pregnant.

It’s expensive, exhausting, heartbreaking and an unfair journey. And sometimes I feel stupid trying to stay hopeful and optimistic, but all I have right now is hope and I’m not ready to give up.