I can still feel the way my face would burn with embarrassment…the way that panic would set in.
I would fumble in my purse for a pad and pray that I could somehow get it into my pocket before any of my classmates saw me.
(Taking your purse to the bathroom meant only one thing. It was as though you were announcing to everyone that you had started your period.)
I would approach the teacher and hope that I’d be allowed to go to the restroom with as little fanfare as possible.
The idea of even one other person knowing that I had started was more than I could bear.
If someone had told me then that the day would come when I would talk with my friends about my period, I wouldn’t have found it difficult to imagine.
If someone had told me that I would announce to the Internet, I would have never believed it.
But here I am.
Telling you that I started my period yesterday.
Infertility changes you in ways that you can’t imagine.
Talking about infertility means revealing more about your cycle than you ever dreamed.
But, here I am. Because there’s no way around it, really.
You just have to go through it to get to the other side.
And I can’t imagine going through all of this without you all.
Thank you for reading and for propping me up when I need it most.
Thank you for offering me hope that maybe our luck will one day change.