Tuesday, March 24, 2020

The 7 year bitch

Every year, around this time, is a bitch. It’s not because of my birthday. I don’t meet that age denying female stereotype. I’m more of a “meh” person about my age. This is a deeply painful time of year.

If you’ve kept up with this blog you should already know about my fertility issues. Seven years ago we went through around of IVF. We only got to do one round. My eggs were few and quality was low. The embryos were implanted just around my 38th birthday (just got off the phone with my dad and he mentioned he was 38 when I was born. Just thought it was interesting) and the implantation failed. I saw the blood and knew it was over. Those few days were terrible and are forever connected to my birthday.

This year, I’m ringing in 45 with a stressful time at work and the COVID-19 pandemic. No birthday date night with dinner at a restaurant of my choosing. I should, however, mention the positive side of things with Facebook birthday well wishes.