INFERTILITY
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Don’t Feel Sorry for Me.
I started questioning myself yesterday after I shared my emotions about starting the IVF process again on social media. Am I sharing too much personal information with people I don’t know? Am I putting myself out there to be criticized? Then I remembered….I stopped caring what other people thought of me about 6 years ago. You see, I’ve been through quite a few tough times (I know I keep saying it, but it’s true). One of the most significantly traumatic times I’ve been through (yes, there are still others you don’t know about) was when I went through a really bad episode of my Grave’s Disease. It was so bad that…
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The Power of Female Encouragement
I’m just going to go ahead and get this out here: I am not a “writer”. I maybe maybe took one writing class in high school, which obviously wasn’t impactful because I can’t remember it. Writing is my therapy. And while I am not a trained writer (or maybe even a talented writer), I write from the heart and I am willing to be vulnerable. I’ve thought about starting a blog about 123,854 times. I thought about starting a blog when my dad died. I thought about starting a blog when I was going through really hard times with my Grave’s Disease. I feel like there was always a voice…
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The Effects of IVF on Your Mental Health
I’m an early riser. There is nothing I love more than to wake up at 5am (ish), make my coffee and have quiet time in the house to do whatever I want. I could spend hours searching for random things on the Internet like organization ideas (I love organizing!), photography tips or anything and everything on Anthroplogie’s website, and I don’t care because it’s my time. Ever since I received the bad news about my most recent IVF cycle, I haven’t had the desire to wake up in the mornings. I could just sleep and sleep forever. (It would be better if my dogs weren’t so dang needy, then I…
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Infertility=Grief
I lost my dad 9 years ago to pancreatic cancer. I had never experienced a loss like that before. I remember feeling overwhelmed with sadness at random times, out of nowhere. There were times when I cried so hard I couldn’t catch my breath. The things that I loved doing, didn’t bring me joy anymore. Nothing really brought me joy…at least for a certain period of time. I received news from my IVF doctor the day after my 40th birthday that my 2nd egg retrieval was unsuccessful. The irony of it all is that moments before…literally seconds before…I pushed the “Post” button on a Facebook post I wrote where I…
