I penned this several weeks ago but never published it. Today, I revisited it, added to it, and decided to dump my heart into it.
Trying to conceive has been one of the most emotionally draining times in my life and my husband’s life, and I was not prepared for all of the ups and downs that come with it. And unless you’ve been through it, you absolutely cannot relate — sorry. I have spoken to several women who also are struggling TTC or have struggled, and I know that I am not alone in the range of emotions I have experienced over the last (almost) year.
Like many of my more emotional pieces, I debated posting this because it is vulnerable and raw, and I acknowledge that not everyone likes to read that type of content. However, one of my favorite things about blogging is that, through my content, I am able to connect with people (some I have never even met) who are in similar life stages as me or have similar experiences.
What I do here on Dammit, Hali might seem silly to some, but to the ones who get it and relate to the things I share, I welcome you with an open heart. Hopefully this post finds its way to someone — who, like me — occasionally needs a reminder that they are not alone on this journey.
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As I was stepping out of the shower this morning, I began thinking about all the events (vacations, weddings, celebrations, etc.) my husband and I have coming up in the next several months, and I immediately said to myself, “Damn, I really thought I would be pregnant for all of these things; I thought I would be pregnant by now.”
But, it turns out, that is not the case.
I wasn’t expecting this.
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