We (the hub and me) have been TTC for 3 years last May. A few months before that we had decided that this was it. We were going to put devote ourselves to that little person we wanted so badly. I always knew it was me that had the problem. I always knew it wasn't going to be easy. How did I know? I couldn't explain it. I still can't. I found out in that May I had PCOS. I cried and screamed and have hated it every second.
I was put on Metformin. Those pills were horrible. I hated how I was always sick. Then in August I finished my 1st round of Clomid. I was late but no pregnancy that month. It was my second month September that worked. I found out on October 23rd that I was indeed pregnant. That was absolutely the happiest I had ever been. Just dreaming of what the rest of life would be like and how everything would be surprising.
On October 28, 2008 I started to miscarry. I was exactly 6 weeks pregnant. I will never forget how I felt that entire day. I woke up knowing that it just wasn't the one that was going to stick. I never want to feel that hurt again. But as time goes on I think I become bitter. Bitter towards women/girls who get pregnant without even trying. Who don't even want their babies. Or can't even raise the kid they already have.
So how do I become less bitter? And now the struggle- of finding the courage to work and put myself through all of that again not knowing how it will turn out. How do I do that?
So my question to you that have gone through this what helped you overcome it?
I desperately need advice.
