I considered posting for a few days now, and was going to write what I was going through and how I felt. But talking felt better than writing. Thank you again for all the support.
I know many of you have been asking for an update, and I'm sorry it's been five months since I've lasted posted. Sheesh...that is long, even for me. It's been a whirlwind recently and between work, classes, Scarlett's dance and moving I've been overwhelmed. Tonight is actually the first night in a long time where I've actually opened up my laptop for a purpose other than looking for a storage unit or replacement kitchen faucets. Huzzah! Another big reason I haven't written is because we waited this time around before telling people (outside of the select few who knew about the transfer). I know that this last year I've been incredibly transparent about our infertility and what we have been going through. I am beyond grateful for all of the love and support we've received during this time as well. So thank you to everyone who has been cheering us on or has messaged me with a kind word or two, I do appreciate it. What stopped me this time around ...
I've been debating whether or not to start publicly writing about our experience trudging through infertility these last few months. My two biggest hesitations being the taboo around bedroom talk (because we all know how glamorous assisted reproduction is 😜 ) and also the possibility we would conceive quickly. Well, here we are. I'm neither pregnant nor shy about discussing our infertility. So, how did we get here? Matt and I have been trying to add to our family for two years, August marked two years of no success. As most of you know, Scarlett was the result of all the stars aligning mixed with a little bit of inebriation. Infertility runs in my family down my maternal line, I always thought that I would possibly need reproductive help, and Scarlett proved that wrong. I assumed that when we planned to have another child it would be as simple as having a night out in Chicago with Lindsay and Andrew. But alas, one of my biggest fears slowly became a reality. One in eight...
This is a tough post for me to write. I am candidly open about WHAT is going on in my life and HOW I go about doing whatever it is. This is no exception when it comes to our infertility. Our need for IVF struck a nerve for me. In the back of my mind I always considered that we may need some fertility assistance (hello genetics) but I assumed the involvement would be rather limited. As I mentioned in my previous post I truly thought IUI would be successful, that maybe I had a inhospitable vagine environment and once past the cervix it would be an immediate success. I honestly thought once we admitted we needed help and sought it, we would be one of those couples who got pregnant while still doing diagnostics. I am heartbroken to say we were not. My last post was centered on what is next physically for me (because as Dr. Jacobs says, the guys just need to show up). However, the greatest challenge for me is simply, me . I have been dealing with the struggle of true infertility for...
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