This was my choice. This was my decision. And I have to live with that.

Three years ago my husband and I decided that we were ready for kids. Three years ago I was ready for my whole world to change.

Two years ago I was diagnosed with lean PCOS. Two years ago my entire world came crashing down.

One year ago I came to terms with my PCOS. One year ago I decided that I would be happy no matter the path my life took.

During this time I decided that I didn’t want my family to know. I didn’t want them to know we were trying. I didn’t want them to know about my PCOS.

I didn’t want the unsolicited opinions. “You’re too young to start a family.” “You just got married, enjoy the time you guys have together.” “PCOS isn’t the end of the world, you can do something about it.” “You just need to live healthier.”

I was okay with this decision. Hell I still am okay with this decision. I’m really not one to talk about my health and feelings. Even writing this is hard for me. I don’t care to receive the pity card from anyone. “You poor thing.” “If it’s meant to be it will happen.”

But sometimes I just want to scream it in their faces.

Like when my sister-in-law tells me that I don’t know what it’s like to have fertility problems.

Or when my mom tells me not to have kids anytime soon.

Or when my niece asks when we’re gonna start having kids.

I know that opening up to them would change everything. And I know that at the end of the day they would be supportive.

But in the end it’s my life and it’s my choice.

Sometimes I just wish they would learn not to assume they know everything going on in someone’s life.