Ladies,
I hope you stumble across this thread today and leave feeling the Grace of God upon your lives.
Just incase some of you don't know, Hubby and i haven't had a smooth journey into motherhood. I don't have regular cycles (last period was 2009!) and have pcos. We started trying in 2009, and happy to say we now have a girl (2yrs) and a boy (8weeks).
Infertility is something only one can sit back and empathise with but it takes someone to go through it to truly understand the heart-ache month after month.
I've been a true believer on the power of thinking, the power of your words and the power of your actions. It's hard, i get it. But in order to survive the 'baby yearning journey' you have to sacrifice some of your pity for some of your hope.
Most of the thinking and actions i did in preparation for a baby i did in private, otherwise i'm pretty sure my friends and family would of thought i was crazy (some of my family knew and simply thought i was charming, bless them!) I planned and prepared behind closed doors because i did it for me. I did it for my own sanity, and somewhere along the line, my heart began to believe what i was preparing for.
In my spare time i was searching online for baby bargains, things for nursery, signed myself up for maternity clothes email subscriptions, i would fold away my tiny outfits and all my babydoll dresses and leggings i placed in 'easy to grab' spots in my closet. Sometimes before going to bed i would write to my baby girl or baby boy, and write about the type of mother i wish to be for them. In and amongst the fun of pretending i was pregnant, it would somehow take the stress off trying to be.
I would eat clean gluten free foods, go to the naturopath, do detoxes and even sometimes try and push my tummy out as far as i could to see what my stomach would like if there was a baby in there. I was in retrospect, killing my body of any chance NOT to hold onto a baby, i was ridding my body of any excuse or reason not to fall pregnant. I was preparing my body for prime health and my uterus for a soon to be tinsy winsy flatmate.
Yeah it seemed fun the months i would do all of this, and sometimes a little psychotic but it enabled me a glimpse of hope. I was, 'putting it out there'. I wanted to feel pregnant, be a mother, i didn't want to dream it anymore and i wanted to act it out, until the day my body was so confused weather it was or wasn't and conceived a baby.
It's okay to feel down and out sometimes.. it's your own journey with God, and your self. It's your story, it's your testimony to others. So make it a good one. Have a good story to tell. Let yourself be shown in the best light, it's okay to cry and have moments where your husband has to drag you back out of the pit you placed yourself in, just as long as at the end of the day, you pick yourself up, pick that lil glimmer of hope, and keep walking.
xxx_faithful