Whenever I am feeling low about infertility it seems like the words to Tom Petty’s song, “the waiting is the hardest part” come to mind. And I am bitterly reminded that infertility is the ultimate waiting game.
I have tried to think of other things I hate to wait for, but they pale in comparison to the wait I have experienced with Infertility.
Waiting for the bus can be pure torture in a non-mass transit friendly city.
Waiting in a doctor’s office, equally grueling.
But waiting for grass to grow doesn’t seem hard.
Neither does waiting for toast to pop or water to boil.
With the perspective that infertility has given me, I realize I did not fully understand the definition of the word: WAIT
In terms of infertility, I have waited and wished and waited some more.
Waiting for a positive pregnancy test.
Waiting to hear a heartbeat
Waiting to have your own bump to show off
Waiting to leave the doctor’s office rejoicing rather than crying.
Waiting for you to remember what you were like pre-hormones.
Waiting for you and your husband to be on the same wavelength.
Waiting for people to think before they speak.
Waiting for birth parents to choose your profile.
Waiting to know what path to take in your journey.
Waiting for the child that just won’t come.
Waiting for the pain to subside.
They say good things come to those who wait, so I will continue to wait, and work, and hope and pray, for those good things that are sure to come my way.