“I have had eight or nine miscarriages. In order to tell you the exact number, I would have to get my medical records. (I am also not sure what the number is where you start to think I must be nuts for trying.) For three years, my body has been a prisoner of trying to get pregnant — either about to go into an IVF cycle, in the middle of an IVF cycle, or coming out of an IVF cycle. I have endured eight failed IVF cycles … For as long as I can remember now, Dwayne and I have lived in a state of extended expectation.
Did it take? Is the embryo normal or abnormal? Will I stay pregnant? We are always in some stage, waiting for some news, some sign that we can move in to the next stage. This child we want to have has been loved even as an idea. Each attempt at IVF is a loving action.
...People who know my fertility issues often hand their babies to me to hold, or text me pictures of babies (‘To keep hope alive!’ they say). Nobody seems to think this is insensitive or maybe hard for me. That’s the real story. Gabrielle Union‘s Baby Hopes: ‘Everyone Needs to Get Out Of My Pussy!'”
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