Oooooooh yeah. Depression? Check! Infertility? Check!
I've gained 25lbs in the past year. I quit my job because I hated it, but haven't found one I don't hate to replace it yet. But when I quit my job, I thought I was pregnant, so the logic was - I hate this job, it's too far away, and besides, lets find something with "mommy hours" cause I think I'm pregnant. D'oh. I wasn't, and now I'm not sure I even can. (Plus, I don't have a job...)
It feels like I can't watch tv without baby references - all my favorite shows now have pregnant characters, local news lady is pregnant, I flip channels, and keep finding shows about mommies, and babies, and kids, and Augh! Oh, and did I mention that a really close friend of ours just announced that she is pregnant too? We started trying around the same time as this couple, so it just hurts. While I'm happy as hell for them, honestly I am so happy for them, it's such a double edged sword, because I'm sad for us.
I've never known what I wanted to be when I "grew up" but I always wanted kids. I want a huge family. I'd be thrilled to have 6 or more kids. I was a huge baby sitter as a teen, and even toyed with becoming a teacher at one point. I've always loved kids, I have this huge family - 20+ cousins, and I love it. But here I am, I'm 30 now, and still no kids. Plus, being 30 already, my odds of having a big family just go down further with each passing month. It just sucks that I can't get what I want. It's to the point where I'm dreading the upcoming holiday season - because I know that someone will ask me when we plan to have kids, and I dunno what I'm going to say.