I am going so insane that the only thing I can think to do is write about it. I am not a journaler. In fact, I destroyed all of my adolescent and college journals many moons ago. They were far too cringe-worthy. So, truly, writing about this experience - publicly, no less - is a last ditch effort to maintain the tiny bit of my sanity that remains.
Another reason is because I have spent many an hour scouring infertility blogs for nuggets of wisdom and humor, warnings and hope. They have fascinated me, some with their eloquence, and some with the sheer courageousness of the stories they tell. I have no idea whether I can contribute anything of value to the IF blogosphere, but if my attempts at soothing my own soul speak to anyone out there, then I will be delighted and feel that a greater good has been achieved.
Finally, this is an incredibly isolating experience. I feel like I have been let down by friends and family. I can't really blame them. I'm ashamed to admit it, but I can imagine I'd be as clueless as they are, were I in their shoes. I need somewhere to vent. This seems as good a place as any.
