The newest thing I love about infertility:
When someone asks you how treatment is going and you say “It’s not going well at all. It’s been very hard on me and on A.” but you spare them the gory details. They are kind, well-meaning and empathetic. All seems to be going well until they say those dreaded words…
“You know, God has a plan.”
Really? Well I don’t think he has one for me, because I don’t even know that I necessarily believe in him. I believe in something but I sure as heck don’t believe in a Christian God, the one I was raised to believe in. I have tried to believe in him but I just don’t. Kind of like how I have tried to not have PCOS but I just do.
Also, if GOD has a PLAN I think the plan SUCKS!