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One Year Anniversary: Kicking off our IVF cycle

Today marks the one-year celebration of the first time I had to give myself an injection for our IVF treatment.  It was a day of SO much emotion, so much suspense, and of course, so much hope.  I remember giving myself the pep talk about the injections -- This is nothing compared to what labor will be like (and I kinda called that one).  It got easier each time, especially as I found others in the blog world who were going through the same thing as I was at the same time.

I would do every single thing again, multiple times, if it meant I got to find my way to Charlotte.  This girl is my own living, beating heart, outside of my body.  I am so thankful to the team at IHR here in Chicago for all of their kindness, support, and knowledge.  The team at IHR helped Porch and I start our little family and we could never fully express the gratitude we have for that gift.

I am still thinking of those who are in the midst of their journey to parenthood, those who have decided to live child-free, and those who have made it to the other side with their (rainbow) babies.  Each of our stories are so different, so unique, but we all came together for a moment of time and I am so thankful for the support I have found in the blog world.

I am hopeful that someday Charlotte will have a sibling from our IVF cycle, but I am also so thankful just for the love I have found as her momma.

For now, we are happy as a family of 3 :)

xo
Momma Porch

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  1. Love this! :) Our 1 year anniversary of finding out our IVF cycle worked is tomorrow. Can't believe it's already been a year! :)

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