So I think we’ve decided to wait until New Zealand to proceed with fertility treatments. This is both a good and bad thing.
I mean, I should be happy that on top of my awful work environment and trying to sell our house (and we now need insurance repairs to the bathroom), I don’t have to add IVF. But my heart hurts from waiting this long and I wonder just how much more I have in me.
In the grand scheme of things, it’s not long. If we can get our results from here and get an appointment in NZ when we get there, in theory we could move forward in February/March. 6 months seems interminable at times, but it’s not forever. It’s just the not knowing. It seems unbearable to think of waiting 2 years to have a child, which is why we’re going private for at least 1 cycle, but it’s painful and scary to think of all the reasons it’ll go wrong (it may not work at all, we may not have any embryos afterwards to freeze and will have to have a whole fresh cycle, they’ll find something else wrong…) and that we’ll possibly spend $14,000 on a failure, then the following 2 cycles (public funding) will fail too and we’re at a dead end in terms of having biological children.
This is my brain 18 hours a day right now, people.
I’m my own worst enemy – don’t think I’m not aware of how ridiculous I come across sometimes. It’s just all I can think about. It’s all I want. We should be able to do this natural thing that keeps our species going and we’re just big fat failures at it, while those who don’t want children or mistreat them get pregnant on a whim or a bender.
(I am not here to judge your personal choices but I’m allowed to occasionally be bitter).
All I can do is try and breathe. Some days it feels impossible. Some days it really feels like no one cares. Some days I want to go buy all the baby things and make plans and prepare for our future kids and other days I just think all of that is a big fat mistake, and I’m just not meant to have children. What do you do when you feel your life’s purpose is impossible?
I looked up adoption on the weekend. I just… I dunno.
It’s a mind fuck. It’s unfair. It’s hard. It’s all-encompassing. And with everything else going on right now, it feels too much.
Just get me to New Zealand, please. Get me out of this job, out of our messy and broken house, away from this feeling.
Deep breath. In… out.