The last time we did a round of IVF, everyone knew everything.
Friends, family, acquaintances, coworkers, strangers at the grocery store.
They knew (or at least pretended to understand) the process. The timing. They tried to be helpful and supportive. They also said insanely insensitive things.
It got to the point where I got tired of talking about it. You can only explain about the shots, and the monitoring, and the side effects so many times at the same family dinner.
Once I was actually pregnant, I was either chastised for talking about it too early, or congratulated, but in a sort of, well, aren’t you supposed to be pregnant after all that? kind of way.
Once they knew we wanted to start again, it became the first thing anyone asked me about – and this time I’m playing dumb.
I guess it’s sort of a blessing this cycle was a bust, because now I really don’t know what’s going on, or when.
This time, if it works, I want to be able to surprise our friends and family with the good news. Like normal people do.