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Time for Plan B

There is something uniquely comforting about crawling into bed, snuggling under the duvet cover, and shutting out the world (directly in front of the air conditioner) after a long, hard day.

I had this great plan. I knew what I was doing with my life and had it all laid out.  Most of you know how Type A I am and how much I love plans. As I approach my 30th birthday (September is practically tomorrow, folks), I am acutely aware of how thankful I am that those plans didnt play out. That there was a better, different path out there that i hadnt even dreamed possible until i was standing on it.

I just really thought that as I approached my 30th, i would be "done" having babies and be all married and whatnot. I nailed the marriage aspect. That shit is the bomb. This making babies stuff is hard work though... Some of you stalk our lives and our journey with this infertility stuff and others of you ask questions in passing. Even more of you dont care. Thats cool, i wouldn't either if it werent my hot body, or my hubbys hot body as the case may be.

Alas, it is our hot bodies.

So here we are! Still babyless. Still sleeping 8 hours a night, blissfully unaware of what we're really missing out on. Though it is starting to become more evident. And we are now better aware of our situation and the obstacles we need to overcome. They're big. While we are both "healthy", we are medically unable to conceive naturally, but we think the world deserves mini Porchs.  So now... We begin what could possibly be the greatest struggle of our marriage, of our lives even.

Los Porchs are headed to a Reproduction Specialist.  'Tis time to venture into the merry old land of IVF.

Think positive thoughts for us -- we have no idea what we're getting ourselves into.

xoxo

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