I'll Take Some Cheese With That Whine

I feel like I shouldn't say anything. I should thank my lucky stars that I'm even able to blog about this.

So, I'll just take a minute to reflect on the fact that while I may be resorting to IVF in order to have a baby there are thousands (nay, millions?) of women out there who have run out of options. IVF didn't work. They can't afford treatments of any kind. Pick your reason. I'm well aware of how lucky I am that I have the opportunity and ability to attempt an IVF so please don't think that if I sound like I'm complaining that I'm not appreciative.

It's funny that I feel I should make this statement before I really get into any real commentary about this process just in case someone should actually read this. I see this on a lot of infertility blogs. Women who are going through treatment afraid to make a negative comment or who have actually managed to get pregnant terrified of sounding ungrateful. That last one is a biggie. I mean, how dare they? Isn't this what they wanted? They wanted to get pregnant more than anything. They swore that if they did they would gladly puke for nine months straight and now 6 weeks into it all we hear about is how awful it is.

Well, let's all just put on our Big Girl Panties and ease off. Infertility is a terrible awful thing and we infertiles always say that until you've walked in our shoes don't expect to understand how we feel. I wouldn't wish this on anyone. The same holds true for pregnancy I think. I've never been pregnant so I can't expect to know how a pregnant woman feels unless I've been there. It might be roses. Then again, it might totally suck. I would hope that if it totally sucks there will be some folks out there with a shred of sympathy for me.

So, in the world of IVF I've heard about women having to do these injections every day for weeks and all I have to say is: you have my utmost admiration and complain and cry all you want. You know why? Because I am the biggest chicken you will ever meet and the thought of injecting myself with needles makes my stomach roll. I'm going to do it anyway, of course. I'm probably going to cry too. And complain.

I'd also like to add the disclaimer now that I tend to treat stressful or politically incorrect situations with humor. It doesn't mean I don't care - it's just my way of dealing with it. Most of the time if I'm making fun of something, it's me and not anyone else. If I'm making fun of you, I'll use your name. Repeatedly.