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 just snuggled my sweet seven month old and put her to bed after she fell asleep nursing. Scarlett is watching Frozen in her pjs and I'm FINALLY sitting and relaxing, enjoying a New Glarus Raspberry Tart. I'm running on four hours of sleep after working last night followed by a full day of mom-ing....and I couldn't be happier. Or more exhausted. The last few days have been profound for me and while I've been internally organizing my non medicated ADD thoughts, spilling my soul helps me better make sense of all these complex emotions. And for me, being transparent as I've navigated through this journey has not only made such a positive impact for me and my family, but has also helped others going through similar experiences. I titled this post "Thriving...Not Just Surviving" because for the first time in two years I can honestly say I'm not just in survival mode anymore. I'm not trying to survive infertility, not trying to survive pregnancy and...
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...
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