Thursday, March 21, 2013

28 Days

I feel like I am reliving the same 28 days over and over.  On Day 1 I just sit in the shower and I cry so no one in the house can hear me. So no one knows that I was stupid enough to actually think that I thought this month was going to be different.  Around day 3 usually comes the anger.  Sometimes I cry out, "Why is this happening to me?" I never get an answer. I don't know if it's because I can't hear it or maybe there really isn't one to be given.  The days between this day and day 9 I usually feel that maybe it is time to give up. To just accept that this is "what's meant to be" because that's what people keep telling me.  Around day 10 I usually begin to feel this sense of restored hope.  That somehow even after 30+ months of disappointment this month will be different.  It HAS to be different. Then on Day 15 I get a positive ovulation test and for the next 13-15 days I think how can I not be? How can this not happen? I look at the calendar and count ahead 40 weeks figuring out when I would be due. I convince myself that I am having "symptoms" and that I must be pregnant even though just last month I did the same thing and promised myself I would never do this again.  Around day 25 I feel anxious every time I go to the bathroom. I check the calendar and count days over and over again hoping and pleading that it won't happen- that I won't bleed.  But then I do and all hope is lost and there I am in the shower crying so no one in the house can hear me.  So no one knows that I was stupid enough to actually think that I thought this month was going to be different. 

This month was a little different though because on day 17 I found out that I have to have my right tube removed.  And that if the insurance doesn't approve of this "elective" surgery I have to have my tubes tied. 

On Day 17 I found out that what I thought for a long time was true. That something was wrong with me. That Jackson was a miracle.  I told people he was.  I knew he was. 

On Day 17 I felt content that I FINALLY knew what was wrong with me.

On Day 17 I felt hopeful.  That this was going to get fixed.

Today is day 20. I feel angry. I feel sad. I feel anxious. I feel like I don't know how to handle this. I hate my body because it won't let me have a baby.

Tomorrow is day 21. I want to feel hope again.



3 comments:

April and Jason said...

Megan - I love you! I know all the sorrys in the world won't make anything better, but I really am sorry :-( I hate that such good people have to go through such awful trials.

Kris and Megan said...

MEGAN!!! Hugs! I am so sorry!!! Praying for you!

Devin & Lindsay said...

I'm so sorry Megan! You are so beautiful and strong and I am so sorry that you have to go through this! I know that doesn't help much! But I love you to pieces and I know so many others feel the exact same way about you! I am praying for you! Love you!