A Powerful Reminder
Infertility warriors live and die by the calendar.
It tells us when to take our temperature, when to have sex, when to pop pills and give ourselves injections, and when to brace ourselves for bad news or hope for the best.
I died what felt like countless deaths over the course of several years when Michael and I were trying to become parents, and each time a piece of my optimistic nature was eroded. Toward the end, I didn’t feel like “me” anymore.
That’s one of many reasons I keep reminders like this in my calendar.
Because sometimes, just when you think you can’t try again or hope anymore, the most amazing things happen.
Don’t give up.
And if you need a place to vent or ask questions or just surround yourself with people who understand, we’re here: