As infertiles, we are faced with so many choices. Which RE to choose? Which drugs to take this cycle? To BD or not to BD? To POAS or not? Take a break cycle or no? Chart our BBT or no? Do we confide in others and tell them of our struggles, or suffer silently?
But the most fundamental of our choices is deciding whether or not to continue fighting. To give up, throw in the towel. Or keep on standing after each fall.
It's a tough choice at times. It gets tougher after a failed cycle, or bad test results, or a plethora of other circumstances. It typically never gets to be an easier decision, unfortunately.
Have I felt like giving up in the past? Hell yes. I've tried to picture Buster and I living a child-free life. Could we do it? Yes. Do we want to? Obviously not.
I know this path will only get harder for me. As soon as my sister-in-law or sister gets pregnant, or my brother knocks up a chick, well... I may need to be committed. Those potential circumstances loom on the horizon, and I know they will eventually catch up to me.
The only option though, to me, is to just continue on. One cycle at a time, one week at a time, one day, one breath, one fleeting second at a time. Give this infertile a couple more years of continual shitstorm, though, and I'll be surrendering. I can't do this forever.
Mumford and Sons: The Cave