So, after two years of trying to get pregnant I think we're finally reaching the point where we share our situation with our families.... complete with plenty of boundaries of course! I don't know why, but in the last few weeks I have been overcome with the feeling of living a complete and utter lie, and it is bothering me. I am pretty sure my husband is on board for whatever I decide, but I am not sure how to bring it up. Or really, if I truly want to.
There have been a couple of situations in the past few weeks where I've literally been on the verge of just spitting it out. The words have been in my mouth, but in both instances I've felt like it would more of an attack on the person than a calm sharing of whats been going on, and what we see in our future in terms of treatment. Although it may be a beginning in solving the "when are you going to give us good news" comments, it just doesn't seem like the best way to go about things.
Although I would LOVE to hear less of the "when are you going to have a baby" chatter , I am not ready to be bombarded with the "a friend of a friend" stories either. I know they are typically said with the best of intentions, but really if it has successfully brought about pregnancy for a struggling woman we've either tried it or thought about it. We are in NO way looking for advice, simply support.
I'm still on the fence about sharing this super intimate part of our life with our families. Lets face it, infertility is an incredibly emotional and private matter and just dropping the bomb at a holiday dinner really isn't the way to do it.
So, here is my question, how did you do it? Have you done it? Or, are you like us still praying that you can just side step it a little while longer and get to make a pregnancy announcement instead of an "I'm infertile" declaration? If you've outed yourself, are you glad you told or do you wish you'd kept it to yourself? I know that it is a little different for everyone and sometimes the good outweighs the bad, but I'm talking overall.
We are on the verge of seeing a specialist, which undoubtedly will bring more trips to the doctor, invasive tests and the possibility of surgeries and injections. If this were ANY other health concern we would certainly be open with our families about it. I think that is where the guilt is coming from.
So, do tell. How did you do it?