Not Such a Bad Year
On January 1, 2011, I wrote a rather sad post about another failed cycle and the fact that I clearly was not going to get pregnant before my 30th birthday. I ended that post with this sentence: “The most positivity I can muster at the moment is to say that for those of us who are struggling with infertility, whether explained or unexplained, male or female or both, here’s my sincere wish for 2011: that every last one of us gets our BFP some time before the year is through.”
Obviously this wish didn’t come true for everyone, as I know many of my infertile Twitter friends are still waiting for their BFP’s. But many of us did get them this year, and many of the rest will get them in 2012, and so on and so on. I am not a religious person, but I do have faith that we can do it. This year, my husband and I did get our BFP. And now I am hugely pregnant (33 weeks and 4 days, to be exact) as we plan to ring in the new year. And come my 31st birthday in January, I will be about a month away from popping out our little boy.
It’s one of those things. I wish I could go back in time and tell myself that day on January 1 not to be too sad, that 2011 would be that banner year. 2011 was the year we battled infertility and won. It wasn’t easy, and it was definitely scary at times, even after we got that coveted BFP. But we did it. And I have faith that the rest of you will succeed, too. Some day, some way.
Now we embark on 2012, which I know will be the most amazing year of my life, in so many ways. This little boy is constantly on the move lately, reminding me that he’s almost here. Before too long I’ll be holding him in my arms, looking at that adorable little face and those chubby cheeks and absolutely astonished that he is really here.