*Trigger Warning: this post contains a photo of the Bean Sprout. Proceed with that awareness* Lovelies, The 30th of March marked one year to the day that we did the embryo transfer for our first IVF cycle. That was, fortunately,
One Year Ago…
Micro Post: Intensity
Hey there Lovelies, How about a lighter micro today? LOL I was looking back over all the last ones and DAMN, heavy and crappy. I mean, I want to make sure that I tell the real story about how hard
Micro Post- Pitocin and Bonding
Hello Lovelies, So, I needed Pitocin in order to fully dilate and give birth to the Bean Sprout, which you will remember from the birth story, and here’s the thing… I think it affected my bonding with him. Pitocin is
Micro Post: Breastfeeding
Hey Lovelies, I know I alluded to my problems with breastfeeding in a previous micro about baby blues but it really deserved its own post. Trying to breastfeed really ruined a lot of the good that could have been enjoyed
Baby Bean Sprout: Newborn Photos
Hey Lovelies, So you read our birth story and now you’re all curious about what our little man looks like? Of course, I’m willing to show you! Did you expect anything less from the woman that did both announcement photos
The Birth of Baby Bean Sprout
Oh my god Lovelies, I had a baby. I shit you not. Like, right now, there is a baby in the other room! But you all knew that was coming. At least you did if you follow this blog. What
Micro Post: My Birthday/The Big 3-0
*Triggers for birthday, Christmas and pregnancy. Love you all, but read on only if you’re able* Hey Lovelies, I’m no longer in my twenties as of this morning. Today I turn 30! I am not afraid of the increasing digits
Micro Post: PUPO-Schrödinger’s Cat
Hey Lovelies, So in the last post about the transfer I mentioned being PUPO. This is a term that is bandied about within the infertility community but is not a term that RE offices use and my councilor does not
Micro Post: Children’s Intuition
Hello Lovelies, A short (true) story: I arrive with my new patient paperwork in hand. I hurriedly take a seat in the waiting room. I’m overrun with emotion when sitting here as the place is PLASTERED with photos of pregnant