After giving myself 97 shots in a 2 month period, eating more sweet potatoes than anyone would want, and experiencing a roller coaster of emotions month after month, I decided to share my story. It's not that unusual, but I found when I was going through my infertility journey, the thing that helped me was hearing from other women who had been in my shoes and now have a little baby in their life. So here it goes. These are snippets from my journal in hopes of providing some hope to any young woman praying for a little miracle.
This all started back in 2009. In May 2009 I flew off to Florida to visit my sister for what we labeled my "Pre-Pregnancy Party". I thought I had better go out and have a great time because within a few months my life would change. I'd be glowing and only my husband and I would know why. We'd be expecting a bundle of joy. I ran out and bought mugs that read "World's Best Grandmother" with the intentions of sending them to our mothers so that they'd open them up and scream with joy knowing that their children were expecting.