So I’m sharing this here because I can’t really share it anywhere else. I’m sitting here, on my 34th birthday, and I’m thinking about where I imagined my life would be at this moment. If you had asked me 10 years ago, I would not have guessed that each night I would be injecting myself with god knows what to stimulate my ovaries. I’m so fortunate that I have a loving husband, a wonderfully supportive family and health insurance that is allowing me to do all of these things, but all I really want is to have a family of our own. It is very difficult sometimes to not lose hope. When I found out that I was pregnant 2 summers ago and then miscarried shortly after at 8 weeks, I thought my world was ending, like something was being robbed from me. We’ve had a lot of loss over the last year. My grandfather passed two weeks after my MC and my husband’s mother passed just this past August. She wanted to be a grandmother so badly and I wanted so much to be able to give her a grandchild.

Now after 2 rounds of <a href="https://glowing.com/glow-fertility-program">IUI</a>, we are in the middle of our <a href="https://glowing.com/glow-fertility-program">ivf</a> cycle. Egg retrieval should be next week and I want this to work so much that I can’t bear the thought of it not being successful.

I give all of you so much credit, especially those of you who have had multiple losses.

Anyways, thank you for reading ❤️ Just feeling very reflective today.