I called my pharmacy to refill thyroid meds and prescription prenatals and ended up in a 15-minute conversation with the pharmacist because....she noticed we have the same doctor. Which means she goes to my infertility clinic. Which means she is infertile. This is the first time I have talked to a fellow infertile not on the interwebs. It felt strange, now that I am on the "other side." I was trying to process and filter everything I said very carefully, to avoid saying anything that might sound insensitive or platitude-y.
She has a child and didn't expect any trouble conceiving a second, but then got pregnant and miscarried. She couldn't get pregnant again. Her diagnosis is unexplained infertility. You know: "there's nothing wrong with you, except for whatever's clearly wrong with you." We chatted about how much money we've spent on drugs and clinic appointments, and she confided that she's just exhausted from trying and doesn't feel like it will ever work. I gave her my best heartfelt suggestion: take a break, then get back on the horse. My 3-month break from everything but vitamins did me a world of good, and I remain convinced it contributed to improved egg quality.
She congratulated me and wished me luck and I felt a little stab in my heart, because I have muttered those words bitterly many times.
IF just changes everything. Even after you beat it. Really.