I cried yesterday. I cried for a wonderful woman I know that I had a miscarriage and had finally achieved pregnancy, only to miscarry at 14 weeks. Just after she started telling people. She has the same condition I have, the premature menopause. I cried for all of us infertiles; past and present tense. All of the trials and tribulations, the losses and heartbreaks, the feelings of failure, the dreams unfulfilled, the empty arms. I emailed her to tell her that she was in my thoughts and prayers since I heard about both the pregnancy and miscarriage secondhand. And you know what she said back? - "you give me hope". I lost it then.
It's strange even though I have my miraculous blessing, the infertility feelings are muted, but not gone. I'm experiencing a great deal of longing for another child since we have been trying again for some time. Infertility is so strange like that. You see a pregnant woman and it hits you like a rock. Someone else has difficulty and you totally sort through your feelings and feel a strong bond and empathy. No one really understands except you, my fellow infertiles. And I'm so grateful for your friendship.