Maybe I should write a book about...

how NOT to handle it when you get knocked up & you have an infertile friend. Lord knows, I have plenty of examples to draw from. The latest...I got an evite for a friend's baby shower and I didn't even know she was pregnant or seeing anyone for that matter. I'm teetering, but I am NOT going to fall apart again. I'm not, I'm not, I'm not.

T.

A long overdue thank you...

From the bottom of my heart, thank you for all of your compassionate, supportive comments regarding my friend's insensitive statement a few weeks ago. I thought I'd hit rock bottom being told that my uterus may be jacked up, but my friend's comment had me spiraling down to a place that, quite honestly, frightened me. I probably read your comments twenty times in the days afterwards because they helped me to feel much less alone. One commenter said something that really hit home...there's a part of me that sometimes feels like somehow I'm being punished by God so it's no wonder my friend's statement about her prayers being answered so quickly was so upsetting to me. I know there's no way I could handle hearing about her son's impending fatherhood after the way she sprung the news on me so I've distanced myself from this friend for now.

Anyway, I'm doing better. I'm working on starting to live again and not having my whole life be consumed by infertility. I'm not yet ready to schedule my last FET...I figure I'll know when it's the right time. In the meantime, I've finally made my way back to the gym after not being there in eons, I've been doing some decorating, & I'm starting a photography class next week. The subject of babies & pregnancy is just too much for me to handle right now so I may not post much, but you all are always close to my heart.

Thanks again,

T.