The Race Between Fertile and Infertile Begins

Did I tell you all that my little sister has announced that she and her husband are trying? I’m happy for her, but come on, we all know my real thought is—she better not get pregnant before me! I’d like to think I’d be strong about it if she does, but I think it would just induce another meltdown. (I’m doing a lot better after the last one, but I think seeing the box of needles might bring on another one. Taking deep breaths.) My sister has always been panicked big time about morning sickness and such, but I think my little IVF adventure has convinced her to start trying earlier than she would have normally. I just asked her to please not share any good news with me while I am going through this current cycle, especially since I will be going away with her to Orlando during my 2ww. Between the hormones and the babies riding Dumbo in the Magic Kingdom, I told her I can’t promise I wouldn’t kill her on the spot. It would be IVF-induced insanity of course. I’d probably get off with a little community service. But I don’t want to kill anyone. My sister is one of the few people I feel comfortable taking to about all this, because she gets it enough to be sympathetic and not say stupid things. I’m not sure how much I’ll want to talk to her once she’s pregnant though, even though I know she’ll be sensitive about it.

By the way, thanks for all the encouragement from those of you who responded after my meltdown. I really am doing better. Today. At this moment. Can't promise about later. I do agree that staying positive is important, and I greatly appreciate the reminders to do so.