FAQ time, y’all! This is literally my favorite thing to talk about during university lectures. I shit you not. It’s my favorite because people never know the real science behind having sex to achieve pregnancy. So I thought this would
Hey Lovelies, Here for your November Squawk Box! I am doing pretty well with a stock pile of Squawk Boxes for the moment but I am ALWAYS eager to hear and share your stories! Have any interest in submitting one?
Lovelies, I am having a pretty hard time over here with guilt, shame, and anger. So, I wanted to delve into what the word community means. Admittedly, I wrote this post before I’d publicly disclosed my pregnancy. I have been
Lovelies, The time has come! It’s almost FET month!!! I am very excited and super freaked out and ALL OF THE THINGS! I invite you all to join me on an in-depth analysis of all things cycling. I documented every
Lovelies, FAQ time! Quick one today. Quick, but still oh so important! So you’ve been knocking boots with the best of them but have had little luck in the way of positive pregnancy test, eh? That can be ok actually.
Lovelies, Welcome to your August Squawk Box! Want to contribute your story? Send it -here-. I was excited to hear that our Squawk Box contributor Jillian had decided to write about her experience with infertility for her English class. I
Hey Lovelies, So, as I said before the summer break, I was just not feeling ready to jump back into active IVF cycling with the summer ahead of me. I was enjoying my little one and was majorly excited to
Lovelies, Anyone else find that they really struggle to stay present? I super do. It’s not an all the time thing but many days I find I mentally want to check out or just stare at a screen and I
Lovelies, So, we are getting ever closer to the time we think we will do the FET and I find that because I am infertile and have all this damn time to think about these things I start to overthink
Lovelies, “Water, water everywhere, and oh the boards did shrink. Water, water everywhere, and not a drop to drink” …It’s a line from The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, a poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge. We read it in school