Who Hears Me?

Sometimes, I think the only people reading this blog are people who have to hear me bitch anyway. Those people are super frickin' patient (thank you to unnamed people in Boulder, Truckee, Oakland, Los Angeles, and throughout the Sacramento area--I know I torture you so). But recently I got an email from someone to tell me that she'd read the blog and sent it to people struggling with infertility, and I remembered that actually, a crazy stalker in Cambodia could be reading this, for all I know.

Just kidding--that's not what it made me think at all. What it made think is, "Thank you." Thank you for telling me you heard my voice, and thank you for telling other people. Maybe this friend understands infertility in a way she didn't before. Maybe her friends suffering from it feel less alone than they used to. Or maybe, I am just hugely self-inflated and like knowing what I say matters to someone, that this time I could spent watching the playoffs with my husband right this second is not wasted.

Well, regardless. Thank you. And if you are reading this, and you are one of those women angry or sad or just wanting, wanting a baby, let me assure you: You are not alone. We are united, and we are united in part by women who are loving and kind enough to hear our voices.