It’s National Infertility Awareness Week, and I have nothing unique or thought-provoking to say. I feel like it’s all been said in prior posts of mine, and those are not things I care to rehash.
Yes, infertility is hard on your marriage, your soul, your mind, and your heart. Yes, it’s a disease that no one can understand or relate to unless they’ve been through it themselves (oh if I had a dollar for every time someone told me they know how I feel because their friend, sister, cousin’s friend, or favorite star went through IF!). Yes, it’s devastating on so many levels, and brings out the worst in us (an “us” that we don’t even like, but we’re stuck with).
Yes, infertility sucks.
But that’s all been said, over and over and over again. And it’s all been said on this blog, on others’ IF blogs, etc.
Today, I read something profound. I’m sure you all follow Em at Teach Me to Braid, because, well… she’s a terrific writer and a very uniquely refreshing person to read! So you’ve probably read this already, but in case you have not, please do. She sums up what it feels like to be infertile so perfectly.
All the Sun For You 