“Shot through the heart…and Facebook’s to blame. It gives love a bad name.”
Have you ever just mindlessly opened up your Facebook and been accosted with something like this?
I have. Today, actually. And too many times to count before then. (The pic has been edited to cover up names.)
Look, I understand that everyone has the right to post whatever they want. That’s not the issue. It just sucks royally to feel “judged” by someone who you know is completely clueless as to what’s going on in your life. Apparently, my heart is empty because I don’t have kids. [Oh, and obviously my wallet is just busting at the seams, right? HA! I’m no expert, but I can pretty much speculate that a normal pregnancy only costs a small percentage of what we’ve already paid in fertility bills. Just saying.] And guess what. My heart is FAR from empty! I have an amazing husband, a wonderful family, the best friends a girl could ask for, AND THE. MOST. LOVING. GOD. PERIOD. No, my heart is NOT empty. And how dare you assume that?
It’s just not fair. Here I was just going about my lovely little day, and BAM! No warning! A shot to the gut!
My second shot to the gut today, actually. Because I started my Lupron injections this morning…yay. I’ll be taking these shots for the next week or so. And then I have my first FET planning appointment on Wednesday. I am definitely looking forward to getting back on the horse and moving forward. I need to. I am so much less bitter when I’m working towards a pregnancy, instead of recovering from a negative. Please pray for me!
In other news, I’m going to see a new acupuncturist! Not that I don’t LOVE my current Belgian, it’s just becoming increasingly difficult to deal with his office. It feels like a cattle ranch (mostly because it’s just an over-populated outpatient medical office that deals with WAY more than acupuncture); and I’m looking for a more “holistic” and calming approach. Nothing takes you out of “it” more than a loud-ass tic-tocking clock and “MARIA, LINE 3. MARIA, LINE 3.” blaring through the intercom system randomly. Nope, definitely not the relaxing atmosphere I was hoping for. Not to mention the receptionists have no friggin clue what they are doing. But that’s another story.
The new guy I’m going to is in New Orleans, near my fertility doctor’s office. A friend of mine recommended him. And from all the information I’ve gathered, it looks like he’s actually in a practicing, holistic, acupuncture facility. Ahhhhh…my shoulders settle just thinking about it. I’ll definitely let y’all know how it goes!
Anyway, thanks for reading my rant.
And please, if you have kids, don’t think that I hate you. It’s just hard to see things like that over & over again.
I’ll post an update soon 🙂
THANKS!
Em