Monday, August 20, 2018

I hate infertility

I need an outlet. This may be it.

In recent news, I got a dog (2 years ago). Even better, I found a wonderful man and I married him. I'm so in love with him. What a difference to be married to a kind, thoughtful and loving man. Knowing I had a hard time getting pregnant the first time around, we started fertility treatments right away. We did the naturopath, then the Reproductive Endocrinologist. A year later, I've had two miscarriages and no baby. I feel the clock ticking with my 34th birthday in 5 months. I'm so grateful for my darling husband who is with me in this journey, because it is rather isolating. Cue online journaling. This is where I talk about it.

And talk, and talk. JK, but I could. I'm a little obsessive over the topic.

Maybe I'll complain and vent, or maybe I'll say something hopeful and positive. It'll probably depend on the day. Or the hour.

I decided today that I want to plant a couple of plants in the yard to honor the two babies that I've lost. The kicker is we may turn this place into a rental. What if they get destroyed? Who knows how far away that will be, though, and I want to plant something soon. I want something that is flowering, not too big, long-lasting, and hardy. Maybe a Daphne shrub.

We'll see.
Until then...