A Return to Blogging

I am risen!  Today marks a return to blogging and chronicling my & B's story as we wade through a sea of infertility during our quest to start a family together.  This blog has been conspicuously dormant for the past four months, and very quite for another six months or so before that.  I have been having a silent rebellion against blogging and sharing my feelings with the world for nearly a year, and have finally decided to open up about what has been on my mind and hopefully get back into a regular routine of blogging again.  How fitting that I should make my return on the first day of National Infertility Awareness Week (NIAW), which is recognized April 21-27, 2013.  This first returning post will be my small contribution to the movement, though my busy work engagements this week will not allow me to be much more active than this until the week is over.

My hiatus all started with some comments from friends and family which were well intentioned or at least not meant to be hurtful, but made me feel bad in a way I didn't like, so I slowly stopped sharing my feelings for a while, since so many people who know me personally also follow my blog.  If this was a completely anonymous blog and nobody knew me, I could have shared my frustrations about other people's comments on here as an outlet.  But as it is, I was finding that opening up on here was leaving me vulnerable to painful comments and so I refrained from writing for a while.

Many have been asking me in person why I don't write any more, and looking for updates on our story.  Here we are, one year out from B's surgery and many are wondering if anything has changed.  

I may choose to blog later about the specific comments that made me think twice about opening up in my blog, but only so that people can understand how truly sensitive I am about this stuff and with the hope that it will prevent them or others from making the same mistake again....  or I may just keep silent about it forever because in the end, I know that I am over-sensitive to everything revolving around babies, motherhood, and fertility and nobody with whom I've shared my blog with has anything but concern and love for me, so why would I want to call them out on something that is really my problem anyway?

But for now, I will satisfy everyone's curiosity with an update on where we are one year post-surgery:

No changes.

B had another sample analysis taken a couple months ago, and there were no improvements to any of his counts.  He's pretty much right where he was before the varicocele repair surgery.  Which honestly, wasn't a bad place then either.  He's always been right on the edge.  Always on the low end of normal, or just low enough to be right on the outside of normal.  We always knew the surgery was a shot in the dark, since his numbers did not indicate that the varicoceles were definitively what was causing our infertility, but it was the only treatment we could consider that was covered by health insurance.

With that last sample analysis, we are now pretty much just biding our time until we can try to finance IVF in 2014.  We are always aware of our infertility, but we are barely even TTC anymore, since we don't have hope that the surgery made a difference and it has been technically four and a half years of trying on our own not working (three years of purposefully/actively TTC).  After a while, you just kind of lose hope and give up.  We know our plan is to try to find a way to afford IVF early in 2014, so the end goal seems tangible, like  a light at the end of the tunnel, like the end of this torture is drawing near, and makes each month that we don't get pregnant seem like less of a big deal than it used to be.  

Sometimes.  

Other times things hurt as much as they always have and I can't pull myself out of the pain and depression of wanting what is natural and my human instinct to have, only for my body to work against me and nobody can even tell me why.  

Unexplained Infertility is the worst.