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Please stop.

Yo.  I love, love, love that you know somebody who knows somebody who got pregnant naturally after doing IVF.  Yep.  It can sure happen.  But it's also not something us infertile folk want to hear about, especially delivered with that ''pull yourself up and just keep swimming" tone.  Did I stutter when I said less than 1%?  I thought it was pretty clear.

I know that it can happen.  Our bodies are amazing AMAZING vessels and I appreciate mine so very much for all that it has done for me -- I get it.  It overcame incredible obstacles and grew the most perfect baby.

It's just hard to hear you present those stories as a source of support/encouragement.  You're literally telling me to bank on that <1% chance.  How about we let the science do it's thang?  I've got 4 embabies.  And I'll be honest, a natural pregnancy would be a very welcome surprise and we would be over the moon, but I guarantee that then you'd have to listen to me reflect about what happens next with our embabies.  I don't suspect that at the ripe old age of 32 and 11/12 (my birthday is Sept 27) that I'll ever be the mother of 6.  Sure, never say never.

But for now, I'm just saying stop.

If you want to encourage/support, ask me about my story.  Talk to me about our options and plans for our embabies.  Hug me.  I'm an open book & will answer any and every question.

Please.

xo
Mama Porch
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