My sister is having a baby. She told us in December, and it was devastating. Not that she was having a baby necessarily, but that we have done everything the "right" way and we still aren't pregnant. That's what's devastating, really.
Most days, most moments, I am fine. We live life like we always have. We have a full calendar and loving friends and family. We don't sit around wringing our hands crying about our infertility. But then there are these moments that sneak up out of nowhere and cut my heart to the quick.
This past week was National Infertility Awareness Week. I had no idea this week even existed. There is a beautiful blog about infertility called Starbucks, Peace, and the Pursuit of a Baby. Her point this week? You are not alone. This journey can be so lonely. Infertility really is a silent epidemic. We don't talk about it because it is so private. But when we refuse to talk about this struggle, we can isolate ourselves when what we really need is community and support.
1 in 8 couples struggle with fertility.
1 in 8. That blows my mind.
Here is an excerpt from Chelsea's blog:
I can identify with a lot of what Chelsea said. It's so good to know we aren't the only ones struggling (or feeling a bit crazy!). This journey is long and hard. It's full of heartache and tears. But we can have hope in The One who has a plan for us. He hasn't called us to do life in isolation. He's called us to community and to walk the hard paths with one another.