My telling you not to worry won’t do much because we know that’s not how brains work (ha, ha, ha). And saying, “Don’t give up! You can do it!” doesn’t feel genuine because as you are probably quite aware, there isn’t always a baby at the end of every road. But at some point, your life will not include weekly blood draws and uncomfortable procedures, and you can return to some sense of normalcy.
As I alluded to earlier, my treatment worked. I mention some thoughts on motherhood in the next two paragraphs, so if you’re not feeling up for it right now, I want you to do what feels right for you and skip them.
This may sound cheesy, but becoming a mother made my dreams come true. If you’re like me, in your most earnest moments of hoping and wishing and wanting, you promise the universe that if you can become a mother, you will never take a single moment for granted. That is true. You won’t.
In the early days of figuring out how to balance motherhood with a full-time job, I’d stare at the stranger in the mirror, bleary eyed and tired after a night of my son being up for no apparent reason at all other than wanting to party with his parents, and laugh to myself, saying, “You literally paid money to do this.” It has been worth every single penny. Truly.