So I went today for my baseline bloodwork and ultrasound in our testing cycle. My fertility clinic moved locations since we were there for Kara, so even though I was quite familiar with the protocols for this particular appointment, there was a hint of uneasiness when I drove there this morning. Part of it could have been that I was nervous to be on this journey again; definitely part of it was excitement. I’m sure that part of it was the fact that I hadn’t eaten in almost 12 hours (fasting blood draw needed) so I was a little jittery. All of these feelings were familiar, though.
The one feeling I did not anticipate at all greeted me in the waiting room.
I signed in at the front desk and went to sit and wait with the 2 couples and 2 women who were waiting to see the doctor and go in for their testing. I remembered immediately how Rob and I felt just 2 short years ago, especially around this time. I said a silent prayer that all their wishes for the new year would be granted, and went to sit down.
Like everyone else, I pulled out my phone to occupy me during the wait.
And BAM.
Right on my phone lock screen is a photo of my adorable daughter. Smiling. Beautiful. Happy. Precious.
And WHAM.
GUILT.
Like huge, massive amounts of guilt.
Smacked me across the head.
Here I am, sitting in this waiting room with all these families wishing, hoping, and praying for a baby, and I have a perfect one at home.
I immediately had the urge to suggest they all go ahead of me. Much like you would if you’re standing in line at the grocery store and the person behind you has 3 items and your cart is full to the brim.
I wanted to tell them, “I’m good. You go ahead! They’ll get to me later. You go first!”
It was a bizarre feeling. I obviously want a second baby. Badly enough that I’m back to making this baby in the cold, sciency way. Our family isn’t complete, and this is something that Rob and I have always pictured and desired. But in that moment sitting there, frantically turning my phone screen away so no one would see my baby on the front, I felt like I should be happy with what I have and let these families have their babies first.
My discomfort with this thought did serve as a good reminder to me, though. Couples that have children easily are not maliciously getting pregnant, and they’re CERTAINLY not stealing my opportunity for a baby away. I need to bottle this guilt that I have up and remind myself of it whenever I feel that twinge of jealousy bubbling up over another pregnancy announcement. Just as I can’t give my opportunity for a baby to those couples in the waiting room with me, I can’t expect those pregnant couples to be anything less than ecstatic when they’re expecting.
Yet more feelings that infertility brings out of the woodwork. I keep thinking I’ve got this infertility thing figured out, but it always surprises me. I’m on a different side of it now, and I have to keep in mind that this journey will not be the same as my last. As much as the processes, people, and acronyms are familiar, it does not mean that the feelings will always be similar and expected.
-DD