Find Space for Your Heart Here
In the midst of busy lives, uncertainty & so much more, I hope that this blog will be a soft landing space for you. Find some of my heart, stories, and resources below, and please reach-out to me however I can support you. If there are additional topics you’d like to see on the blog, please feel free to email me!
What Not To Say…
It’s really really difficult to live a normal life alongside one with Infertility. What I mean by that is it’s really hard to pretend that everything is okay when it’s not. That it takes increasing amount of energy to move your thoughts of wanting a baby, TTC, doctors appointments, medications, procedures, cycles, waiting, hope and disappointment to the back of your mind to focus on other things and other people’s stories. That it’s continually challenging to hear about anyone who just got pregnant, is pregnant, or is parenting a baby, while not also being acutely aware of the ache in your heart to be further along in your story. To be honest, I’ve even found that it can feel difficult to celebrate with friends after IVF successes while I’m still reeling from my IVF failure.
Infertility Treatments: A Choice & Also A Challenge
You see, infertility is not a choice. If I am any indication, it seems that those who struggle to conceive want a baby so desperately that the medical diagnosis of Infertility seems cruel and ironic.
What happens next, after that diagnosis, it’s a choice.
A really really hard, really really complicated, really really sh*tty, really really hopeful choice that individuals and couples make every single day on whether to pursue fertility treatments.
Infertility in a Pandemic
Infertility is already unpredictable
Infertility comes with so much unpredictability to start. Then you’re forced to add in these “wildly unprecedented” times, and you’re left with a literal storm of questions. Of unknowns. Of silence.
When and why and how and where become whether and if and what if and even oh no.
It’s exhausting and emotional and so much to process.
Being Left Behind or Finding Your Tribe: Infertility in the age of Social Media
Two. Pink. Lines.
I’ve never wanted to see anything more in my life than two pink lines.
Two pink lines would mean that I’d succeeded, that I’d been triumphant, that my body did the thing I so desperately hoped, wished and worked for. Two pink lines would mean that I was pregnant. That my dream of motherhood was on its way to becoming a reality.
Infertility, A Second Time Around
