I think last time I wrote about was how things did not work out with our transfer.  My wife has been pretty strong through this process, but tonight she revealed some of her despair.  I won’t get to into it, but she summed it up with this image.

 

I am trying to be a supportive, but I fall short.  It is like no matter what I do it won’t help because we still aren’t pregnant yet.  But it isn’t about me.  I just needed to express this somehow because I can’t talk to my friends, they can’t relate.  They don’t know the difference between an IUI and IVF.  I can’t talk to my parents because their response is to pray.  I am a former youth minister so I understand the faith argument, but seriously I don’t wanna hear that shit.

My wife began writing this blog, but she stopped as soon as things didn’t work out.  Maybe she was hoping just to write the one post everyone with an ivf blog wants to write.  The “It finally fucking worked.” post.   And hopefully she will write that one day.  In the meantime I am writing the summer sitcom season.  Nothing too exciting.  Things are just things.