When Normalcy is NotPosted: March 6, 2016
I don’t talk about this much anymore, but we struggled with infertility for ten years.
I have PCOS. I menstruate maybe annually on my own. Usually I have to take progesterone to give the lady bits a kickstart.
But in December and February, it just happened. December was no big deal, because it had been a few months. Whatevs.
But last month I cried.
Because I didn’t know how to react.
What’s going on?
Has my body decided to be healthy?
What if I get pregnant?
I cried because I didn’t know how to feel about the possibility of fertility. I cried because I thought we were done with this. I cried because I thought the roller coaster was over. I cried because I had convinced myself that I did not want to parent.
We do fucked up things to our minds when faced with the harshest realities of life, when we realize that in spite of what we’ve always been told, we can’t do or be anything we want just because we want it.
But it was only during that first rush of confusion that I questioned, that I believed the lies that I had talked myself into believing.
I do want to parent, but at the same time, I do love the life we have now, for the most part. It was the sudden flip-flopping of everything that I thought I knew that hurt me so much. And in a way, I appreciate that flip-flopping; it’s just another thing that has helped me be present in my life and be conscious of my own innermost feelings.
And now I understand that I can welcome being childless as much as I once dreamed of parenting. Not just because it’s safe and familiar, but also because I know that I have the capacity to be mindful and simply enjoy today.
Except on the days that I can’t, but I’ve learned that it’s okay to have those days too.
Any day can be a good day on its own merits.