You know that saying "Always a bridesmaid, never a bride"? Well, I've changed it up a bit. "Always and auntie, never and mommy."
For those woman who have experienced infertility, they know how true this statement is. We sit around watching our sisters, sisters-in-law, friends, neighbors and co-workers getting pregnant with their second and third child in the blink of an eye.
It's just not fair. Plain and simple.
My sister told me she was pregnant again over a week ago. She called me on the phone and started simple conversation. A few minutes later, she says "Guess what?" I immediately replied with "You're pregnant." There was silence on the other end of the phone line for three or four seconds. She then said, "How'd you know that?" I went on to explain to her that I had heard that same line (in her exact tone of voice) many times in the last six months. It's always the same. I knew exactly what she was getting at--I can detect it from miles away.
Don't get me wrong, I am SO happy for her. She too has waited a very long time to bring another child into her small family. And, surprisingly, hearing this information from her didn't hurt hardly at all--not anywhere near what it has in the past, from others.
Maybe it's because she too has struggled with infertility.
I don't write this post seeking sympathy or anything of the sort. This is just plain fact and truth in my life and in the lives of a few particular women I know.
I hope to change this fact in my own life very soon. With a little bit of help from my Heavenly Father, our miracle will be on it's way soon.
And then, I can change the title of this post to "Finally, a mommy."
