As our court date got closer - and we saw all the work, red tape and careful treading that had to happen behind the scenes - we truly felt the weight of our choice to foster. Some days are easy. Some not.
I was so not ready for it, yet, I have survived the six month mark! I can hear many of you say "what do you mean "not ready"? You had been trying to get pregnant for years". Yes. That is true! However, ready to potentially get pregnant and then become a mom AND ready to... Continue Reading →
Next week, I turn 43… Only a few days and I will be the age my boyfriend’s mothers was when she passed away… she died so young, but so accomplished as a mom. She was 43 and Alex was 18. Her children were young adults, but I am sure she felt like she did not... Continue Reading →
It’s been quite the ride already and the adventure has just started… what a week “week one” has been! I was told that one is never truly prepared to be a parent, but for most, you would have had nine months and then so many more to prepare for what we’ve just experience in our... Continue Reading →
A shinny new title will be needed for this blog. As you may have already read in my last post, I’ve turned a page. I had a major decision to make. It had been more than a year since my 2019 embryo transfer and I was now eligible to apply to the Banques Mixtes du... Continue Reading →
Let’s talk about it... or not. Let’s cry about it... or not. « Or not » - two simple little words, yet such a powerful decision.
Is there a fertility CAA? A place that could fix it all? Because I definitely need a membership... Contrarily to my habitual silver lining posts, this one is definitely a rant. After three years of trying, I broke last night. I am just so tired of trying to be hopeful. It's in my nature though,... Continue Reading →
The title of this latest blog actually comes from one of you who wrote to me saying that we all have our road to success; that road that we have to travel on to get to where we want to be.
What’s up with baby Sullivan? Well, I’m still on the sidelines. After that last miscarriage, I gave myself a benchmark.