I’ve been TTC for about a year and a half, married for twice as long. I just learned that my sister in law is pregnant… 12 weeks after their wedding. I literally think she got pregnant on their wedding night.
I’m excited for her and my brother, but cannot help but feel hopeless, sad, angry and so hurt.
First, I know logically that I shouldn’t compare myself to her. Yet, as the oldest (only girl), I felt like I needed to be the one to have the first grandchild, to set the tone. I also wanted to be the first one, as I’ve done everything in the family “first” before (graduations, marriages, etc - all life’s big events).
What’s more is that my SIL was “fertility maxxing” prior to the wedding. She is incredibly disciplined about what she puts in, on and around her body (think MAHA). I believe she has orthorexia, but that’s another story. I’ve struggled with body image/control issues my whole life (again, comparison), but have done a lot of work to try and heal my disordered thoughts.
And they are very Catholic, which I am not. I’ve been considering revisiting my faith, have been attending church more often, bargaining with God for a baby….
My husband and I both had testing done, everything comes back normal. Have been to a fertility specialist, had an SIS and everything looked perfect. Still nothing.
We were moving towards doing super ovulation and an IUI earlier this summer, but I wanted to pause to try and “forget” about it, hoping it would happen without me overthinking. I told myself and others I didn’t want to get crazy, controlling and overthink it (also started a new job, so timing was right for us to “take a break”).
I’ve really tried holding space for my body, knowing that no amount of control or restriction/supplements/etc. would make a significant difference, revisiting my faith in a healthy way; feeling like I needed to be the first. But this news has felt like I’ve backpedaled on all the progress I’ve made mentally regarding TTC. It has triggered all of my insecurities — and my reaction has been to restrict, control, blame myself and my body.
I feel both sad and angry. I want to celebrate this but I can’t. Now, I’m constantly questioning what i did and beating myself up even more than before.
I’m exhausted and so sad.