Tomorrow, well I guess today, is my beta. A large part of me want to just "forget" about it and stay home curled up in bed. I'm not ready to face the truth. I should be encouraged, my bleeding has not had anymore
red, and has slowed down, but the clots of increased. It's pretty much all I'm losing now.
I'm not ready to lose number 4. I'm not ready to accept that not only does it takes lots of money, and drugs to get me pregnant, but despite all that, my hostile uterus hates the baby and likes to get rid of it. The only one I had that was a good and healthy was my ectopic. Against all odds it just kept growing and growing. I had to try over and over to kill that thing and kept hoping it praying it wouldn't get large enough to send me into an emergency surgery.
Will my husband and I ever get to experience that joy of seeing that little miracle that we made? Will we ever get the moment in the hospital of pure love, joy, and wonder at the bundle we hold in our arms, that just a few moments ago was snuggled in my belly? I'm just asking for one little baby. Is that so wrong? I stand by and watch over and over again as women get pregnant and never once change their lifestyles birth healthy women. I watch them continue to smoke because they just can't give it up, I watch them sneak a few drinks. They never take their prenatal. They make it full term with no scares to the life of their child. The child they didn't even really want in the first place. I just can't understand it, and I wish I could. Am I selfish for trying so hard for a child when it seems it is just never going to be?
I'm done, I'm not ready to do this again, and I'm not sure it's possible to heal. I'm angry, I'm hurt, and I hate that this is happening. For the first time ever, I'm not just mad, I'm angry at God, and I just don't know why the Hell is allowing this to happen. I'm wondering what good prayers are, when God is going to allow this to happen. It's His will, right? That's what I'm always told. Well if this is His will, I don't want to be apart of it. I have prayed and fasted for my chance to have a child, and each time I get close it's ripped away from me. I know a ton of wonderful women and couples dealing with infertility, who have had just as much trouble to conceive, who have experience just as much, if not more hurt and loss that I have. For every one of those women I have seen and met at least 2 who don't take care of their children, who abort then, don't want them, or who cannot care for them. I just can't understand how God thinks this is a good thing. It's not right, and it unfair, and I don't care at this moment how bad I sound.