TW: I talk about ectopic pregnancy in a negative and self-destructive light, as well as planned pregnancy termination before news of ectopic pregnancy.
I’m a 22 year old university student and conceived spontaneously last month. We were never planning to keep the baby by virtue of us being students and lacking the financial resources to bring and raise a child in this world. I have always had concerns about my fertility and I’ve always been worried that when the time finally comes when I’m ready to have a baby, I will struggle to conceive. For that reason, as weird as it sounds since we didn’t want to keep the baby, I was somewhat relieved when I got the positive pregnancy test back as it was proof that I had no reason to be concerned. However, my relief quickly turned dark when bleeding and pain (especially on one side) brought me to the hospital and I found out it was ectopic. I’m still going through the motions… I didn’t expect to feel this much given termination was always the plan anyway. Some moments I am indifferent to it, and adopt a ‘what will be will be’ attitude and just carry on my daily activities as if nothing has happened. Most days, however, I am a mess. My previous concerns about fertility have come flooding back at a much higher intensity since this has happened. Sometimes I can’t stop being sad. Sometimes I spend an hour studying, half an hour crying, an hour studying, and repeat the process. Sometimes I feel so depressed I don’t want to talk to anyone about anything at all apart from my parents with whom I live so I have little choice but to talk with them. Sometimes I feel angry at myself, and anger at not being able to control my fertility. I keep thinking ‘why has my body failed to do what millions of women’s bodies do everyday and have done since the beginning of mankind’. I’m worried if I have to get my Fallopian tube removed I will feel less like a woman. I feel like in society fertility is primarily the problem of the woman… and if I have something removed that is a significant cog in this wheel of fertility then removal of that cog will take away a huge chunk of my womanhood. I feel like my partner could easily find someone else who is ‘more woman’ and ‘more fertile’ who will easily not have such issues and so my ego and self-esteem are massively hurt. Not to mention I’m terrified, as I’ve taken the expectant management route; I feel like every day brings new physical bodily changes to the table and I’m living in fear that the issue won’t resolve on its own. Since this has happened I feel like social media is taunting me by filling my feeds with pictures of pregnant women and posts about fertility and children - every time I see such posts I cry. I feel like this is confirmation that I’m going to be facing my worst nightmare in the future: never being able to sustain a pregnancy and deliver a baby.
I feel like this constellation of feelings has arisen out of grief, yet I don’t know what I am grieving. My pre-ectopic fertility? My Fallopian tube that I haven’t even lost yet? My self-esteem? A baby I didn’t even want yet? I don’t know. This post is one huge waffle, but never have I been able to vent so openly without worrying so much that people will find me strange or think I am a horrible person for thinking this way and if you do, that’s fair enough. My process necessitates getting everything off my shoulders, and this is the only platform I’ve found on which I can do so.