Infertility Awareness Week

It’s the last day of infertility awareness week, although you’d never have known it by the abundance of pregnancy announcements on my news feed.


I am 1 in 8.

I wish I was more brave, and part of the strong community of women talking about their infertility and sharing their story with anyone who will listen.  And I encourage you to check out the site of a woman spreading the message the right way.

If I’m being honest though, as important as it is, I’m ready for infertility awareness week to be over.  Yes, I get it is meant to educate others not directly affected by infertility, but in the meantime it makes me even more aware.  And I’m hyper-aware most days.  The awareness of my empty womb and my aching heart doesn’t seem to go away no matter how hard I try.  And I am very much aware that yet another year has passed and another infertility awareness week has come and gone without a child of my own.


This year I propose an “unawareness week,” for those of us in the trenches of infertility.  A week of enjoying a glass of wine without worrying it will ruin egg quality.  A week of not over-analyzing and checking the consistency of cervical fluid with each trip to the bathroom.  No basal body temperature tracking, no scheduled sex.  Let’s eat sushi and ride roller coasters.  For a week let’s just live in the moment and not be dragged down by the anxiety that is infertility.  Let’s live a week blissfully unaware.

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