One year ago today we were informed that our first pregnancy was ectopic and I was injected with a shot of methotrexate. The worst day of my life. One year later, it doesn’t hurt any less. We try every month to conceive (and now with the help of clomid) and come up disappointed over and over again. I feel a punch to my gut every time I see an announcement that a friend is expecting or a baby was just born. Actually a friend and her husband were told that they would not be able to conceive without the help of IVF (both having some sort of a problem) and a few weeks later she took a test and is pregnant. While I’m happy for them I can’t help but think why can’t that be us? We’ve been trying longer and have gone through so much heartache already. I also hope that it is a healthy pregnancy too and they don’t find out at their first appointment next week that it’s ectopic.
My husband got me the greatest gift for my birthday a few weeks ago. It’s actually being made and sized so we don’t have it yet. It’s an eternity ring to stack on top of my wedding band filled with diamonds and sapphires. Sapphires are the birthstone for September and that is when our baby would have been due. It’s also my husband’s birth month.
I had plans for today – clean the house and organize a few things- but I can’t seem to get out of bed. I want to just lay in the dark and hopefully fall asleep all day long so I don’t hear my thoughts of sadness and loss of hope. I think I can allow myself to do that. Chores can wait and tomorrow is a new day.