About me, the quintessential infertile turtle

First let me tell you about me. My name is Renee, and I am a 29 year old teacher (out of work currently), who is infertile. Infertile like, my husband and I have been trying for 4 years and not one child yet. We have been to several doctors and have had several tests run. I have been through surgery, charting, so many blood draws that I look like a heroin addict, IUI, shots, HSG (twice), and heartache of course. The diagnosis: unexplained infertility. How frustrating! Because getting pregnant naturally is not likely to ever happen, my husband and I have decided to save up for IVF. The tentative date for this IVF is January 2012.


So why am I writing a blog about it you might ask? I decided in the meantime, I could be more positive. Infertility literally takes a woman to her lowest point. It will test your faith, beliefs, and womanhood. I have prayed for one thing for four years! Anyways, my sulking, crying and why me attitude hasn't gotten me anywhere, so I decided to do something that could make me happy until the day we can actually afford IVF. This blog serves to distract me and purge me of all the negative thoughts I've been feeling for four years.


These past four years have been an emotional roller coaster. Each month for an infertile woman consists of two weeks of hope, a week of anticipation and a week of complete and utter despair. So to lift my spirits until that glorious day when a doctor can insert a couple of embryos into my uterus, I am going to be thankful. That's right, you heard me. I am not going to focus on my infertility. Instead I am going to focus on the things I have to be thankful for. Each day I will pick another thing that I am thankful for and relate it to my journey of infertility in a positive light. It can be anything: a person, place, feeling, belief or an actual object that I love. I truly believe in the power of perspective, acceptance and attitude.


"When life gives you a hundred reasons to cry, show life that you have a thousand reasons to smile." ~Author Unknown

Thursday, September 29, 2011

#20 My Childhood

As a teacher, I am shocked by the kids of today.  These kids don't have parents that care enough to provide them with structure, discipline and love.  I look at children these days and feel sorry for them.  They didn't grow up in the same world I did.  I can't even imagine how I would have turned out if I had grown up in today's society.

I was born to two amazing parents, who were loving and excellent providers.  They both worked hard for a living, loved us unconditionally and instilled discipline without being too strict.  My siblings and I grew up living in safe neighborhoods where we would play outside until the street lights came on or until our mom called us in for dinner.  We ate supper every night together as a family, without the TV on.  We would sit together in the den after dinner and watch sitcoms until bed time.  My parents saw to it that we did well in school and would contact our teachers if they thought we were slipping.  If we were reprimanded by our teachers, WE were the ones that were punished when we came home, no question.  We were taught to respect our elders.  We went on family road trips and sang songs and played games in the car.  That was my childhood in a nut shell.

Kids these days don't grow up like this.  Instead of life lessons and attention, they are given material things to compensate.  It has created a society of disinterested and entitled children.  It's pretty discomforting.

I realize that my childhood was not the norm.  It was the anomaly, a rare gem.  I know that I am extremely blessed.  I have wonderful parents and was fortunate to have a conventional and healthy upbringing.  I know that when I become a mom, I will follow my parents' example and provide the same for my children.

"Childhood is the most beautiful of all life's seasons." ~Author Unknown

                                      Christmas: Me on the left, my sister on the right.  Apparently I was three.   


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