The article advocates infertiles coming out of the proverbial closet. Give up your anonymity; tell people to their faces that you can't have a baby! Except, what good is that going to do? I value my privacy. I don't want people talking about me. Now, if a teenager asks me a question about infertility, I'd answer it truthfully. But telling fertile people in my life about my condition changes nothing, especially how they feel about me or respond to me. Now, I know some infertile Catholics feel self-conscious about going to Mass and it's just you and your husband, no baby or baby bump in sight, and people assume you're contracepting. But I have some amount of pride in the same situation. Knowing that I did everything I could, and did it according to the Church's principles, I feel like a survivor. I am not ashamed. I might be blue or sad or pissed about it sometimes, but the last thing I am is ashamed.
The big celebrity infertile news this week is that Bill and Guiliana Rancic are pregnant in a sense; a gestational carrier is pregnant with their biological baby. I've been following their story for a long time, and hoped that I'd run into them when I attended Mass at their L...A.. parish. I figured they'd use a surrogate. They talked about adoption, more IVF. However, for them, money is pretty much no object so why not pay for a domestic surrogate? I'm just more than a little disappointed that as Catholics, they took this route. Not that I'm not happy they'll be parents. It just sets a bad example for the rest of us especially when they'll likely dodge the surrogacy cost question in their reality show. A baby at any price? Really?
If I sound like I'm in a bad mood, I am. If all we have to count on for information is the internet, advocacy groups, and the government, we're in super bad shape. I don't need the topic of infertility beat over my head. Thanks, RESOLVE for awareness but sometimes women like me need a break.