I have been thinking about the word “hope” lately. We all hope that this one is the cycle. We comment to one another that we hope the hpt was wrong, that more follies grow, that the ultrasound will come out for the best, etc etc. Always hoping. I know that what we are really doing is looking for ways to keep ourselves going cycle after cycle and provide support and encouragement to one another. Honestly I am endless grateful to have all the support that this community has offered to me and I think that watching people endlessly root for one another is a moving experience….. But.that.word. is bugging me- “Hope.”
Hope is the wish for something with the expectation of its fulfillment. Hope implies a level trust and confidence that things will eventually end with the result I have been hoping for. I just cannot say that I believe that anymore. I have seen good women turn and walk away from TTC because they could no longer face the hurt that came with monthly (or per cycle) let-downs. I have seen women put themselves into precarious financial situations all because they keep thinking that the next one will be the one that works. I have seen women lose their sense of direction because of the singular focus of TTC. I know. I am living this way too. When I think about all the hopeful cycling, it brings to mind compulsive gamblers— always expecting the big one to be just around the corner. I don’t mean to be a downer and I can’t say that I am particularly sad right now. Perhaps I am simply pissed off at hope. I have been putting myself in her hands time and again and she always lets me down in the family-building arena.
I watched an episode of Friends a few days ago. Chandler and Monica were talking with the pregnant woman whose babies they adopted (prior to their birth). They were asking her about the potential fathers of the baby. One was a high school football star and the other was in prison for killing his father. Chandler’s musing to Monica was something like “Of course the baby’s father is the imprisoned father killer. It’s us.” That pretty much sums up how I am feeling about my chances of having a baby. Of course things won’t go well— It’s us. Joey and Cindy don’t get to have things easy in the baby-making area. And I know that Joey and I are not alone in the seriously frustrated category. A couple of years trying to make a baby while it seems that every teen drug user can get pregnent by heavy petting alone can leave a woman with serius jaded feelings.
So I am thinking that I will remove “hope” from my vocabulary for a while or perhaps I will just save its usage for times when it is appropriate. I will only use “hope” when I really do have a sense of expectation that things will go as I wish/ or others wish.
So here goes: I want to get pregnant and have a baby.
I desire for my next donor cycle to work.
I wish for a baby.
I yearn for my family to grow.
It’s honest and that is pretty much the best I can ask for right now.