Testimonial: Context in which I experienced my first inseminations

Well, let's talk a bit about me! I bought my house at 21, in 2007. If you go back in the dates, you will find that Chéri and I were not yet together at that time. Yes, I made this purchase alone. Cystic fibrosis has always caused me to have a fire in my butt! At 14, when I was told that I had this condition, I was told that the median age of survival was 34. So I was always eager to live and pursue my dreams (well, I only had 20 years left to achieve the long list of desired achievements). I completed a technical degree in civil engineering at the age of 19 and I had been working in the construction industry since graduation, a profession that allowed me to buy a small house. At that time in my life, my house, which was equivalent to a 3 ½ with a basement, was perfect; it filled me with happiness and made me feel like I had reached the level of autonomy that I so wanted.

But at the beginning of 2010, with the wish of a child, this house is too small! My darling was in college and the real estate market boomed, so we couldn't afford to buy bigger. Expansion seemed like the ideal solution, but again, in a context of limited resources, we decided to do everything ourselves from A to Y (well, ok, we gave contract to small parts). So, after the thaw, we start working: evenings, weekends, vacations... Well what, in my head I was pregnant shortly, so there was an emergency, I needed an additional bedroom!

At work, in the construction industry, summer was the peak period. Generally, at my position, we were 3 employees to do all the summer work. But in the spring, one of the 3 had changed jobs and my boss was slow to find a replacement. The result: a complete summer with one person less.

Maybe I didn't mention that fertility clinic appointments are very busy. During an ovarian stimulation cycle, you have to go to the hospital every 2-3 days, for various ultrasounds and blood tests, which must be done at very specific times in your cycle. Luckily, I had a very understanding colleague who ensured turnover during my many mornings of absence, but to tell you the guilt I felt and the pressure I put on myself, between renovations, inseminations and work... not easy to manage.

I can imagine you reading this and seeing what comes next Fat, italics, underlined with color! But when you experience it, you don't see its limits, you have the impression that you can manage everything!

So on the way to the next insemination, or depression?

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