Its weird, because there are times when I allow myself to feel like a regular pregnant lady. Just another woman incubating a little human life. Like being pregnant is a completely natural gift to each woman. But then there are times when my heart aches for those that are still suffering, barren. I feel the two lives growing within me, and think about how unfair it is for me to have two… when others would give up everything for just one. It hurts to remember my friends who are suffering from a lack (or loss) of life. But I choose to remember. It’s a part of me. At the end of the day, I’m still infertile. Endometriosis everywhere. Sometimes I stand in the mirror with tears in my eyes, just looking at my belly. Not sure if it’s real. Sometimes I feel like I’m lying to myself and everyone around me; a fake. Maybe I’ve just been eating too many cupcakes? Could it really be true? Of all the hundreds of negative pregnancy tests I’ve taken, would it really be positive now? Do I deserve this blessing?
About Bethany Sy
Bethany Sy is the creative free-spirit behind DIY/Lifestyle blog, Reality Daydream. She and her husband have been making their 117-year-old homestead their own, and love sharing tips and tutorials along the way. When they found themselves in the trenches of infertility, they started a journey that would prove to be their most important DIY project ever, and have 3 beautiful girls to show for it.