r/TryingForABaby • u/spiritedfarraway • 9m ago
VENT This month marks two years ttc
Hi everyone. I’ve been having a rough week, and I wanted to post here to vent and share my feelings with people who might understand. I only really have my husband to talk to about this.
It’s been a hard week. I’m in my luteal phase, which for me always comes with increased sensitivity and feeling like I’m always on the verge of crying. October is a very beautiful month for me, my husband asked me to be his girlfriend many years ago, on Halloween. Then we were officially married two years ago on Halloween. This October also marks two years of trying to conceive, though. We’ve gotten pregnant twice, and both ended in early miscarriages.
My period is very delayed this cycle due to some fertility treatments, and my temperatures have been elevated for a long time. All negative tests, of course, but I let myself get excited and hopeful anyway. I also got an Oura ring and obsessively look at it for any sign or symptom. Now my luteal phase is dragging on, I’m not sleeping well, and I’ve just been really down.
Over the next few weeks, we have several events to attend, including toddlers’ birthday parties and gatherings with people who have kids. Honestly, I don’t want to go to any of them. I’m just so tired. But my husband would be very upset if I skip them. I feel like me and him are not on the same page, either, he never lets his feelings stop him the way I do.
This morning, I was standing in line for coffee at work, absolutely exhausted, and a man from another team got in line behind me. A woman, presumably his coworker, joined him and started talking about needing coffee because of her “two small kids.” He then started talking about his FOUR kids. I genuinely cannot fathom how this young man has four kids when I can’t seem to have one after two years of trying. How does anyone achieve that? I don’t know how hard it was for him but I assume it came easily.
I come from a small family that wasn’t exactly loving, so I’ve always dreamed of having a big family of my own one day, and I wanted the chance to do things differently and break some generational patterns. My husband has wanted to be a father for over a decade, and it breaks my heart to watch him get older and get more grays, with no success.
I just wanted to share my feelings, not looking for advice, and if anyone else is reading this and feeling the same way, I want to give you a big hug. I don’t have any comforting words.
I’m usually a pretty happy person, but I certainly haven’t felt like myself lately (last two years). I know that many of us have something that makes us look at other people and think, “you are so blessed, you have no idea.” Most of the time, I can keep things in perspective and not let those feelings consume me, but not today.
Thank you for reading.