We've been quiet, that's for sure. I won't lie, it's because I am either throwing up -or- googling to see what's going on and finding out what's wrong with me and/or baby. Yes, I know better. No, I don't think I can actually stop. Not until I get another peek in there & can feel assured that everything is going well. Shouldn't I feel assured by this nausea and exhaustion? I would if those weren't also possible side effects of the medications I take until 10 weeks. But alas, here we are!
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, thos...
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