I had a lovely day with an online friend from the beginning of my IVF years. We are the same age, have a very similar infertility story but we live on opposite sides of the country, so we never met very often.
I haven't seen her for three years, I guess she did not want to know how it feels accepting a childless life for good (I understood that, I never blamed her for not wanting seeing me). Now she is preparing for her 10th and final IVF. If it doesn't work, she will give up.
She visited me in the morning and than we spent lovely 12 hours together - discovering the north of our country. We had a great day together, with lots of laughter and stories.
(If you wish to know the names of those places, I will be more then happy to tell you about them. My contact: klara.soncek (@) gmail.com )
I even told her that I am writing a blog. And I said that I will not tell her the title of my blog now, since there are still hopes that her IVF story will have a happy end.
One of her stories that I loved the most.
Conversation between her husband and a 15-year-old boy, son of their best friends.
The boy: "How come you and your wife don't have children?"
The husband: "Well, we tried and we couldn't, so we don't have them. Simple as that."
The boy: "But why don't you adopt?"
The husband: "There aren't any babies to adopt in our country. So we would have to go abroad, but that costs a lot of money."
The boy: "How much?"
The husband: "At least 30.000 EUR."
The boy: "Uau, that's so much money. I would never pay that much to have a baby."
The husband: "Neither would I."
How cool is the story? I laughed so much when hearing it.