When we did our first round of IVF I was so unprepared for the effects it would have on my relationships, finances and just about every other aspect of my life.
If you are anything like me Monday’s are melancholy. No matter what I did over the weekend or how much I rested Monday morning is the absolute worst workday of the week, even for me someone who absolutely loves their job.
Over the past few weeks my three year old has developed the mouth of a sailor. We were having a very good time in my opinion, just coloring and discussing the events of his afternoon with his PawPaw when he states “I’m sick of this shit mommy” dropped the crayon and walked away.
Hurricane Harvey just strengthened to a category 4 and I am Worried. I, nor any of my friends or family are in the line of the storm but that eases my heart in no sort of way. I think of those who can’t say the same. They advise to evacuate and of course that makes sense, but what if you couldn’t?
“It doesn’t matter, just as long as it’s healthy” this was always my response throughout my first pregnancy when questioned if I desired a boy or girl. I was answering truthfully, to a degree. I did really crave a daughter, lace, bows, and pink but after six Ectopic pregnancies and a round of IVF just to even be asked this question it frankly did not matter.
Almost four years ago when I was still in college and going through my first round of IVF I started a blog right here on WordPress. Last night I couldn’t sleep and thought to search for it, and find it I did.
I found the words and wishes of my 28-year-old self, I found comments from other women whom I never met that offered kindness and compassion as I undertook a difficult journey to become a mom after six failed pregnancies.