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Just a few Infertility Myths

This week is National Infertility Awareness Week. Sometimes it still amazes me that with as widespread a problem this is, so many people are still oblivious to the truths about infertility. Although I am going to write a few more posts this week going into more detail about them (and hopefully even get my hubby to guest write for me!), I wanted to address just a few that have been bugging me as of late.

When someone tells you they are having difficulty getting pregnant, what are the first few comments that pop into your head?
"Just relax, it'll happen."
"You're too young to have kids. Enjoy your life while you can."
"You want kids? You can have mine!"
"If God wants you to have children, you will."

There are plenty more, but if I discuss every single comment, this post will take forever.

"Just relax, it'll happen." - No, it won't happen if I relax. My husband does not produce sperm, so relaxing and just enjoying sex WILL NOT get us pregnant.

"You're too young to have kids. Enjoy your life while you can." - I've wanted to be a mom since I was 5 years old. After 18 long years of watching my friends get knocked up and be unable to support their children, I'm tired of waiting. I don't have the same desires as other young 20-somethings. I want to be a mom, and my husband wants to be a dad. Battling infertility is a very long, arduous process, and if we don't start now, we could run out of time.

"You want kids? You can have mine!" - This hurts us more than you can imagine. We would take your kids in a heartbeat. Why? Because we want to have children. I would cherish every moment spent with those children as if they were my own. But when you offer, you propose it as a joke. This is not a laughing matter to us.

"If God wants you to have children, you will." - Let's say I did believe in 'God': If 'God' really did want us to have children, we wouldn't be fighting infertility. My husband would have sperm, and I wouldn't have PCOS.

Ok, I've done enough ranting for now.

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