Go ahead, you can unfollow me now. I probably would too.
I’ve been on the other end of everyone else’s happy news for so long, I won’t ever forget those feelings. I can’t forget that there are still so many others just searching for an answer to their infertility, waiting for that positive test, mourning the loss of their unborn angels and struggling to be mommies. I carried that hurt with me everyday, and getting pregnant didn’t just take that away, as I always thought it would. It’s still there. It has shaped me into who I am. It’s part of me. Now I feel that pain for others that are still on the other side of their BFP.
I don’t know what to feel. I’ve never been pregnant before so I’m completely lost as to what I’m supposed to feel. Of course I’m happy, grateful, thrilled, shocked, and excited. But then my crazy brain kicks in and I feel worried, anxious, scared, and paranoid. Which in some ways is probably all normal.
But part of me actually feels guilty. I feel guilt for leaving so many friends behind on this journey. I feel guilty for celebrating in the face of others’ pain. I feel guilty that I’m not 100% happy 100% of the time. I feel guilty.
It hurts me to celebrate when I know the pain so many are still feeling waiting for their babies.
I read some amazing posts today on Beckdogenator and Awaiting Autumn’s blogs. And I can totally relate. One spoke of where I am today, the other, about the feelings I’ve known all too well for 5 yrs. I don’t want to lose sight of where I’m going, nor forget where I’ve been. I will always remember what it’s like to be on the other side, and do my best to be compassionate when others are still there.