I met someone. One of my co-workers has a 10 year old daughter...through IVF.
I'm a sitcom writer. It's a job where hundreds of people fight for dozens of jobs. The hours are long. You work weekend. You don't take time off. Not a good place for a pregnant woman.
I'm not pregnant. But I don't want to announce to the writing gods that I am working hard to get pregnant. So for the past two years I have kept this HUGE part of my life a secret.
It's still a secret except for one person. That co-worker. I told her. She stopped her plans and took me to lunch. We talked for an hour. SHE UNDERSTANDS.
She was my age when she started. Her first IVF failed, too. She has been to the mountain top.
I cannot tell you have life-changing this is. I have never met one of us. I've heard their were others. I've read their blogs. But there is something about seeing one face to face. She knows exactly what I'm going through. She has advice. She has warnings. She has comfort.
I am on the Planet of the Fertiles. I woke up in a world where what is the "norm" is not my norm. Where I don't belong. But fortunately I found one more of my species.