It angers and frustrates me that infertility is a lingering part of me. I'd like to say it is not. Any admission that I still think about it from time to time, whether a fleeting passing of grief or a moment that triggers a deeper pain, I just want it behind me. It does not define who I am, but it has shaped me. Writing about it is difficult because it is easy to fall into that false belief that I should just be over it--the same kind of thinking that ticks me off from those who do not understand. It is NIAW, so I will give myself permission to write a few thoughts sans guilt.
Currently, I am personally grappling with the question of finding resolve with infertility and finding resolve with childlessness. They are not exclusively mutual. You can have one, the other, both or none. If I have to be honest with myself, I do not have resolve with the infertility. I have resolve on shaky ground with a hoped, temporary childlessness. There is an acceptance that things are on hold and there is still time--to not give up hope--to be okay with not closing that door just yet. Infertility still hurts me. Or is it that I still allow it to hurt? It hurts me less on a daily basis, but getting through March is still really tough. It is a different animal each year. I guess I need to truly accept this, to allow room for the emotion, the pain and know it will likely come.
The twins would have been four years old in March of this year.