“Our friendship has allowed us to be each other’s support, to cry when things get tough, to encourage when one is feeling weary. We do our best to create memories for our kids that they can cherish forever.”
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“Our friendship has allowed us to be each other’s support, to cry when things get tough, to encourage when one is feeling weary. We do our best to create memories for our kids that they can cherish forever.”
“I’m scared we’re going to run all these tests, do all of these procedures, and find nothing wrong. That we do everything, and still miscarry. I am angry it just can’t work for us. I just really wish this wasn’t our life.”
“The people saying these things think they are offering you a sense of comfort, but instead of lifting us up with encouragement, they tear us down little by little and make us feel even more defeated than we already do.”
“It’s been two years of pumping my body full of every hormone you can imagine. One to make me ovulate, one to stop ovulating. Birth control pills to control your cycle, then hormones to throw you into menopause. Estrogen pills, patches, vaginal suppositories, and injections.”
“The process of getting pregnant with someone else’s baby is equally terrifying and exhilarating.”
“Every day I walk past this room, I am reminded once more you aren’t here with us. But no matter what happens, this room will continue to be yours until you decide you’re ready to come into this world.”
“For anyone struggling with infertility, you’re not alone.”
“The very first step for me was to get an analysis of my sperm for my fertility clinic. I was not ready to hear the results. Sperm count: terrible. Morphology: terrible. Motility: terrible. What? My brother had 3 kids with no problem! I was horrified.”
“Yes, that baby shower or birthday party may be a little too much for me to handle at times, but I want to be the one who gets to decide. I want to be the one who gets to make the decisions when it comes to what I am comfortable with and where my boundaries lie.”
“I began bleeding so heavily I passed out and my husband called 911. My blood pressure was so low they wanted to take me via ambulance to the hospital. We had already accumulated enough bills and were paying on the loans for all our procedures. We were doubly blessed.”