Those are the eight words that have been haunting me for a couple of weeks now.
There is so much wrong with that statement, that I don't even know where to start. They were uttered by my mother in law after finding out that M. and I were losing another pregnancy. Before even saying, "I'm sorry."
I don't know how to digest these words, and really don't know how to feel about them.
Should I be offended? I mean, just because we've been on a break from treatments, doesn't mean we've stopping trying to add to our family. Once you struggle with infertility, I'm not sure you *ever* stop trying. Ever. I know that over the last six months, even though I haven't temped or used ovulation predictors, I've still thought, "Maybe this is the month.", before peeing on a stick, hoping to see those two elusive lines. Part of me is offended. I mean, really, do you think that we'll never add another grandchild to your family tree? Do you see us as quitters? Because, let me tell you, your son might not have completed college, but he's NOT a quitter when it comes to anything that has to do with his family. If I couldn't work, M. would gladly take on another job or two, if that's what he needed to do.
It makes me really angry that someone, who isn't in my shoes, obviously feels that I'll never have another child. Why? Who gives her the right to believe that?
Yes, I might never carry another child to term, but there are SO many options out there. We might look at donor eggs. Surrogacy is always an option. Adoption. There are plenty of ways for us to add to our family.
Giving up has never crossed my mind.
I had my blood drawn again this morning.
Beta came back at 40, down from 119 last Wednesday.
Next week, M. and I will meet with the doctor to talk about our next step. I'm ready to have a new game plan.