I haven't told anyone (except 1-2 close friends) that W and I are trying to have a baby. I am mostly afraid of having to tell them about the infertility stuff and have to experience their pity. I also fear their criticism.
I made the mistake of telling one friend, and she came back with a "Well if God wanted you to have a family, you would....I just don't believe in all those meds. Life can't be about that. My husband and I will be just fine if we don't have a family." She was so hostile. I just replied back that, while I respected her position, I don't agree. Why would God allow people to have scientific skills and develop fertility treatments if they weren't meant to be used? But, I think I might be a little liberal where some things are concerned (at least that's what W tells me).
I am becoming more comfortable with the idea of telling people. W has been the most patient hubby ever. He has really wanted to tell his family several times, but I have stopped him. I didn't mean to squash his fun or excitement but those old concerns popped up. I think I'm ready for him to tell them. I'm ready for us both to be excited about it.
If my worst fears come true and it doesn't happen for us, at least we will have tried. At least we will have allowed ourselves to really open up and embrace the fantasy. Only then can we truly mourn it if that becomes necessary. It's so hard to have such a secret.
So--W--I'm ready for you to tell whoever you want. If you want to keep it secret, we'll do that. I'm putting it in your hands now. I'm really sorry it was ever in mine!:(
Thursday, July 24, 2008
I think I'm ready
Posted by Gidget at 7:05 PM
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