Sorry, Teddy, but you were wrong. Comparison is not the thief of joy. Miscarriage is. It changed my fertility experience. It hardened my heart. And then it stole the joy of my recent pregnancy.
Sorry, Teddy, but you were wrong. Comparison is not the thief of joy. Miscarriage is. It changed my fertility experience. It hardened my heart. And then it stole the joy of my recent pregnancy.
I like to think I have a decent idea of what’s happening in my body and what happens when a baby is made (I mean, I made one). Yet here I am—once again—amazed and confused by the female reproductive system.
I decided when we began our second fertility journey that I wouldn’t suffer in silence this time. Infertility is incredibly isolating, and not enough people talk about it. So here I am.