this is a awesome poem on infertility it says what most of us feel

Please Don't Ask Me

Jenny White, 10/27/01

Please don't ask me how I'm doing.

Though I will automatically answer "Fine,"

It makes my heart hurt a little because I know I'm not fine.

Please don't ask me why I don't write or call more often.

I have nothing to share with you that you'll really want to hear, since my life is about just one thing these days: My struggle to become a mother.

Please don't ask me when my dear husband and I will have a baby. Though I may answer "One of these days," I realize that day may be years from now or never at all, and the thought scares and saddens me.

Please don't ask me to host a baby shower, no matter who the shower is for. It's often difficult enough just to attend such an event and face the questions and looks from friends and family, wondering "When is she finally going to have a baby?"

Please don't ask me to be okay with the fact that I see so many silly, young teenage mothers wherever I go. These girls take for granted what I've been longing for what seems like my whole life.

Please don't ask me if there's "any news on the baby front." Believe me, if and when God blesses us with a baby, we will be shouting the sweet news from the mountaintops.

Please don't ask me why I seem sad or anxious.

Some days are simply worse than others, and sometimes

What I need most is simply to be alone with my thoughts

And my worried heart.

Please don't ask me why this has happened to me, When I've longed to be a mother all of my life and everyone around me has someone to call them "Mommy." God is in charge, and I'm trying very hard to keep that in mind.

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