I’ve always believed that we can only remove stigmas through getting real and sharing (ok, yeah…in my case over sharing) our experiences.
For some, talking about infertility is taboo. In this, my extended family is the final frontier.
You see, my husband and I hail from huge families. I’m the oldest of nine and he’s the youngest boy of seven.
They are a fertile lot.
Heck, I’ve got two sisters who are both pregnant and due within a month of each other. I couldn’t be more thrilled to welcome my two nephews this fall.
But I live hundreds of miles away and, because my sisters’ showers
are at the height of the presidential campaigns, I’ll have to miss the showers.
And this makes me sad.
I’ve also been loathe to share the full scope of pain my husband and I are feeling as we face the possibility of never getting pregnant again.
We don’t want to dampen anyone’s excitement.
We also feel left out when folks carefully avoid mentioning the baby word around us or avoid asking us how we’re doing.
It’s really tough for everyone and very complicated.
I just wish there was a way to feel a little less like an outsider as we navigate this taboo topic.