courage doesn't always
roar.
sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day
that says I'll try again tomorrow
My sister and nephew were in town, and we planned to celebrate my 6-week pregnancy.
we had just returned from a river camping trip and were excited to have a good dinner out later that evening.
About mid-morning I started to feel tired and bloated.
Having 9 days to wait to confirm a positive or negative pregnancy was brutal!
From the moment we made the decision to do IVF, I knew that I wanted it to be a positive and powerful experience.
This is a post I wrote a few years ago, when I was still hoping for and dead set on a natural pregnancy.
It was a phase or a stage of my journey that I needed to go through.
For a long time I felt like I was supposed to conceive naturally, and that because I didn’t I had failed.
My journey towards conception has been long, grueling, and at times extremely painful.
It’s also been a beautiful journey full of self exploration and change.
In 2016 My husband and I decided it was time to start a family. Six months later I was diagnosed with PCOS and Endometriosis and told that my only hope of conceiving would be medication and fertility treatments.
One of my fondest memories of childhood was the smell of big pancakes whirling like a little ballerina into my bedroom on chilly winter mornings.
a sudden slightly shrill scream escaped from me as the man ran in front of our cab after being picked up from the Cairo airport.
We were speeding along the freeway when it happened, and I having never experienced anything like it before, thought it was a crazy man that just about lost his life.
When it happened several more times before arriving at the hotel, I realized I was wrong.
For my first experience of India it would have been smart to choose a nice quiet, clean, touristy destination. (Wait does that exist?)
We arrived into Kolkata very late in the night, but thankfully found a willing taxi driver quickly.