There are actually very few things that I need to survive. I need food, I need shelter, and I need clothing. Arguably, I also need to work to make the money that provides the first three items on the list. There are other things that I want very much, but don’t actually need. I love my husband more than life itself, but I can live without him. I love my kitties with all of my heart, but again, I can live without them.
The same holds true for children. I want to have a child with every ounce of my will, but I know that I don’t need to have a child to survive. I can live without a child. I can even be happy without a child. I can have a fulfilling life without a child. I just don’t want to. I want to know what it is like to feel my child kicking inside of me, I want to know what it’s like to give birth, I want to know what it is like to have a little person sitting on your lap who you created with all of the love in your heart. I want all of these things, but I do not need these things.
Recognizing this, celebrating this, I can view my struggle with infertility as one part of my life, not the only part. When you distill infertility down to its essence, this is the question you are left to answer and the answer will determine how you view the path forward. As long as I have a bed, food and clothes, everything else is as they say, just lagniappe.