You know that commercial with the little girl who keeps saying she doesn’t like chicken or broccoli. Well I don’t like taking hormones. We started the fertility process a bit sooner than I was planning and at this point, I am starting to understand the flood of American women who are going to India to hire surrogates. I have to watch everything and record everything. My diet, my medications, my temperature, and my moods. I just feel like at the moment I am perpetual bitch mode. I just want to sit in the dark and not talk to a living soul. I feel so sorry for my husband. He did not marry this crazed lunatic. I also feel a little out of place because while having a child would be a blessing, I just seem lazy compared to other women going through this process. I have been getting tons of advice through the support groups and fertility networks, but I don’t think having a child will define me as much as being an amazing addition to our great family. I am not going to be depressed for the rest of my life if this does not happen. I am 100% committed to the process but do I have to become obsessive about this?
Bah humbug that sounds like pure torture. I’m sure he understands
It does sound like torture. You have to record all these minute details, but not get stressed about it, because that would be counter productive. A Catch 22. Hopefully, this phase of the process will pass quickly and you can move on to the fun parts. There are fun parts, right?