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I’m not doing okay.
My little sister and my (younger) sister-in-law are both pregnant.
And due on THE EXACT SAME DAY.
My little sister has been “trying” for two years to get pregnant. If,
by trying, you mean crying every month when her period came. In
February, I asked her if she is ovulating. (As a PCOS person,
obviously I live and breathe ovulation).
She said, “How would I know?” Um…
You see, whenever my fertility would come up in conversations with my
mom, she would say, “And look at X. She can’t get pregnant…I can’t
believe both of my daughters have infertility.”
(Yeah, mom isn’t really sensitive, but that comes later.)
So, my sister, who cried monthly, had really NO IDEA HOW PREGNANCY
OCCURS. She just thought she had sex and got pregnant. And, for some
people, it does.
I told her, go to Walgreens and buy some sticks. TAKE A PICTURE.
(She is lazy). I made her send me the pic. Turns out, she ovulates
A few weeks later, she called me and said, “You got me pregnant!” My
mom told her, “Oh, X, people have been getting pregnant for years
without tracking their ovulation. It was just YOUR TIME”.
Why, I ask you, is it just “her time?” She is five years younger than
me? I’m 31. She has never even had a job. She graduated UNDER grad
after 7 years of following different boyfriends. Both my husband and
I have careers. I am going through premature ovarian failure and
PCOS. The medicines are making me crazy. I work out daily, watch
every bite of food that goes into my mouth, and don’t drink. Why
isn’t it MY time?
Their gains aren’t my loss. But it is hard. They both announced
their pregnancies on FB this week. It’s been TONS of fun. People
have no problem reminding me that I am not young, and also asking me
IF I AM JEALOUS.
My mom doesn’t get it. She said, “I had a hard time getting pregnant
with you, too…” No. It took her three months, and then she had 3
kids in 47 months.
If I talk about my infertility to my friends, I’m either 1) obsessing
or 2) isolating them, as all of them are either pregnant or mommies.