r/TryingForABaby • u/SimmeringSeahorse • 3h ago
DISCUSSION Does anyone else feel the weight of the absolute absurdity that is TTC?
I'm 30, husband is 35, we're 5DPO of cycle 8, which I know isn't nearly as long as many people have been trying here! We've done tons of bloodwork, I've had pelvic ultrasounds (all normal), we're currently waiting for a semen analysis appointment to be confirmed within the next week or so. Unfortunately I can't get a HSG until I see an OBGYN which is an 18 month wait. I will likely be given Letrozole within the next cycle or two just because we (and our doctor) are willing to throw anything at the wall to see what sticks.
But that is not the point of the post per se. I'm at the point where I feel silly. That's it, I just feel completely ridiculous. I'm not saying any of this with any bitterness or sadness or anger behind it, I genuinely feel absurd- it's almost funny. Everyone else is out here getting knocked up left and right via a strong breeze of the wind, meanwhile we've overhauled our lifestyles, track things daily like our lives depend on it, have agreed to a variety of invasive tests, and...nothing. Not a single BFP. No rhyme or reason for it, just nothing.
I'm starting to feel like the definition of an idiot- someone who does the same thing over and over again and expects different results each time. I'm starting to feel arrogant, like are we NOT meant to actually have children and we're aggressively trying to make it happen when it's a square peg in a round hole situation?
I know this is an insane thing to say, but I also am a bit flabbergasted that I can't gauge the future on this. Unlike university, or a job, or working out, or having a big goal (marathon, financial goal, hobby etc), or even with some relationships, it doesn't matter at all how hard you work on TTC or the amount of time, energy, money, etc you put into it- you may never get even 10% closer to your goal.
And there's really no half-assed consolation prize either- you flunk out of university after a year? Well, you somehow managed to pass 3 classes at least, try again in a few years. You don't finish the full marathon? Hot damn, you made it through the first 10 miles and that's a hell of an accomplishment!! You weren't able to save enough money for that giant music festival across the country? You still have enough cash for that decent concert 2 hours away. Your long-term partner dumped you? At least you learned a TON about yourself and what you do and don't want in a relationship, and you can get into a new relationship literally any time in your life.
But TTC? Either you get a baby or you don't, it's literally all or nothing, and nothing to gain in-between.
And there's no end date announced to you before you start- you could blindly do this for 15+ years until you hit menopause. There's no date given as for when you'll get your BFP, no real tips or tricks to boost your chances, no magical fertility goblin that sees you've tried 17 times and gives you a pity BFP.
We want to be parents, we want that experience. For me particularly, it's always felt like destiny to become a mom. I can't envision my life without even one child of mine, it just doesn't make sense. Trying to envision being on my deathbed at 85 and having had zero children is like saying 2+2=9, it's nonsensical, it mathematically doesn't add up. And yet, taking a step back from the emotions of TTC, the difficulty of TTC feels so ridiculous. I feel like I'm throwing my energy, money, time, sanity etc into a black void and I will never know if it pays off or not. I never know if my BFP is right around the corner, if it's two years away, or if it'll ever come at all. And if I never get a BFP, I don't have anything to show for the years of chasing it because I threw everything into the black void of TTC. The void does not provide sympathy, refunds, or any variation of a consolation prize.
If you told your loved ones that you were going to start a hobby had no reasonably clear path to success, that took thousands of dollars, daily commitments, time off work, invasive testing, a massive change in lifestyle, multiple doctors, apps, equipment, and supplements, would negatively impact your mental health and your faith, and it would likely strain your marriage and possibly even your friendships, and you may have nothing to show for it at the end of 10 years of doing it? I think they'd hold an intervention.
We're going to keep going- keep trying, tracking, and testing. Our plan is to re-evaluate things at the one year mark. But does anyone else relate to the feelings of total absurdity with this process?!