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The Dance Of Grief, Longing, And Joy
This could become a really complicated little discussion, but I don’t feel like going down that particular rabbit hole right now. Instead, I’ll simplify it a bit. As some who read this crap that I write know, I’ve had infertility issues.
Being 42, and being married to someone 34, obviously you see a lot of people get pregnant. Like, a lot. Like, constantly. Like, overbearingly constantly. Anyway, I digress.
Sometimes you will get into discussions, both online and in-person, where someone will tell you that “you cannot steal someone else’s joy” by talking about your own bullshit. I get that, completely, but it’s also not a binary discussion.
I would never steal someone else’s joy, and creating new life and fostering it is obviously a huge deal for someone. I think they should share pictures and videos and milestones and all that. I’m not really that big on the “fetus is as big as ________ today” pregnancy posts, but that’s just me. If you want to share that…
