Thursday, December 31, 2015

Stretcher Bearers

And again He entered Capernaum after some days, and it was heard that He was in the house. Immediately many gathered together, so that there was no longer room to receive them, not even near the door. And He preached the word to them. Then they came to Him, bringing a paralytic who was carried by four men. And when they could not come near Him because of the crowd, they uncovered the roof where He was. So when they had broken through, they let down the bed on which the paralytic was lying.
When Jesus saw their faith, He said to the paralytic, “Son, your sins are forgiven you.”
And some of the scribes were sitting there and reasoning in their hearts,“Why does this Man speak blasphemies like this? Who can forgive sins but God alone?”
But immediately, when Jesus perceived in His spirit that they reasoned thus within themselves, He said to them, “Why do you reason about these things in your hearts? Which is easier, to say to the paralytic, ‘Your sins are forgiven you,’ or to say, ‘Arise, take up your bed and walk’? 10 But that you may know that the Son of Man has power on earth to forgive sins”—He said to the paralytic, 11 “I say to you, arise, take up your bed, and go to your house.”12 Immediately he arose, took up the bed, and went out in the presence of them all, so that all were amazed and glorified God, saying, “We never saw anything like this!”  Mark 2:1-12
In his book "Becoming a Stretcher Bearer," Michael Slater "encourages people to put 'feet' to their prayers through active encouragement.  Pastor Slater was launching a ministry based on the apostle Mark's dramatic account about the compassionate and inventive band of friends who came to the rescue of a paralyzed man by carrying him on a stretcher so he could get to Jesus for healing."  [When I Lay My Issac Down by Carol Kent]  In the midst of her personal Issac situation, Carol Kent says "I was hurting badly, but I was being loved deeply."  I second that sentiment.
My stretcher bearers have been such a gift.  So many friends and family who have called or texted or just prayed for me when I couldn't pray for myself.  Friends who continue to send text messages of love and encouragement, even when I haven't had it in me to respond to their messages.  I didn't realize how powerful and emotional and meaningful it would be for people to refer to our lost babies as "your girls"- to acknowledge that their lives, however short, were real.  The gift of a bracelet with two hearts to remember our sweet girls.  A gift card in the mail so Michael and I can escape to a movie and enjoy a night out.  A care package sent from across country.  So many people who have empathized with our pain, allowed me to not be okay and volunteered to stand in the gap for me and pray on my behalf.  Words cannot express how much these "stretcher bearers" have meant to me.  People who have carried me when I couldn't carry myself.  People who have gone out of their way to be an encouragement.
There are some "stretcher bearer" moments that stick out to me the most, that will likely be a part of my heart until I am able to hold my babies on the other side of heaven.  One sweet friend, who is also walking through infertility and IVF herself, asked about our baby's names.  We had already decided on names, and it was such a sweet opportunity for me to be able to share those with her.  The details of the heartache of the situation wasn't lost on this friend.   Another friend, who has suffered devastating miscarriages, texted me this:
Lauren, I am so so so sorry.  My heart hurts inside me and I know that as grief.  Your daughters awoke in Glory and await you.  But I know that brings very very little earthly reprise from the wretched ache.  I can only go before the throne on your behalf.  And I will.
I cry every time I read that message, knowing the truth in her words but continuing to feel the ache of loss.  I don't know how to properly show my gratitude for the love and encouragement and prayers of my "stretcher bearers".  But I thank God for that provision.  I have been hurting badly but have been loved so deeply.

Monday, December 28, 2015


We lost our pregnancy 3 weeks ago, and I've hardly prayed since then.  I've caught myself praying without realizing it for little things and stopped myself mid-sentence.  I've been so angry with God and so heartbroken that I couldn't bring myself to talk to Him.  I've debated with myself over writing about the spiritual struggle that has accompanied our infertility.  I don't want my struggles and doubts to make anyone else stumble.  I only want to be an encouragement to others in their faith.  But it feels dishonest if I pretend I haven't struggled in my faith.

The hardest part for me in this whole thing has been the day we found out we were pregnant.  For a small moment in time, we were happy.  We had the babies we had dreamed of for so long, only to have the dream ripped away days later.  It felt cruel.  We trusted God, and it felt as though he were teasing us only to break out hearts again.

I've struggled so much with the "why."  Why did God allow this to happen?  If we weren't going to be pregnant, fine.  We would be devastated, but it would have been so much easier to have received a negative pregnancy test from the beginning.  It just felt mean.  And outside of "Your plan for our lives sucks", I haven't had much to say to God.  We've had many well-intentioned friends quote scripture to us, but in the midst of our heartbreak it feels like they've been quoting scripting at us.  Hearing that God is working things for our good and that Jesus wept and that God is close to the brokenhearted feels so trite in the middle of our heartbreak.  He could have saved us from being brokenhearted, but He didn't.  He's hoarding my babies in heaven, and I don't like it!  I used to take comfort in knowing that God formed me in my mother's womb and that our infertility wasn't a surprise to Him.  In my grief, though, it just made me angry.  The Lord formed me.  Like this.  Knowing full well that we would be here in this moment, heartbroken.  He could have stopped this.  He could have made me differently.  He could have allowed my babies to continue to grow inside of me.

On top of the heartache of losing our pregnancy, I am struggling with the financial burden this means for our family.  No matter our course of action for the future, whether it be adoption or continued IVF, we are going to be tens upon tens of thousands of dollars in debt.  A debt that will cripple us for years to come.

I am confident I am not alone in this season of struggle and of pain, regardless the source.  I've started seeing a Christian counselor because I don't know how to get unstuck on my own.  The first time I met with him, I told him that as heartbroken as I am, I know there are worse circumstances and worse pain out there.  My pain cannot compare to so many others.  Others who have birthed babies who weren't alive.  Others whose children have died from terrible diseases.  My pain and my experience are nothing compared to so many others.  But, as he reminded me, my pain is real.  My heartache is real.  And, to be completely transparent and honest, it's made me question my relationship with God, which is something I wasn't prepared for.

I've been at a crossroads in my faith for the past three weeks: a) move forward, following a God I don't understand and right now a God I don't even like or b) walk away from my faith altogether.  I can't walk away.  I can't turn my back on everything I've ever believed and known and followed.  But I haven't been ready for option a.  I'm at a crossroads and not ready to make a choice. And for right now, I'm going to be okay with that.  For now, I'm just going to stand here at the crossroads and wait.

I've been reading a book called "When I Lay My Issac Down."  The author of the book, Carol Kent, asked the same question my heart has been screaming, "Why didn't God DO something?"  She referred to James 1:2.
My brethren, count it all joy when you fall into various trials...

Honestly, this verse was irritating to me initially.  If somebody walked up to me and quoted this verse at me, they may have to count it all joy the trial of me punching them in the throat.  I have no joy in this struggle.  Let me skip over the "joy" in this trial and whatever "good" things God has planned for me down the road and just give me back my babies.  But Carol Kent's point here is this:  
  1. Trials are inevitable.  The verse says when you fall into trials, not if.
  2. Trials are for a purpose:  Suffering was part of the process for Jesus, so it will also be a part of the process for those who love and follow Him.
I'm going to be honest.  I hate this process.  But as much as it infuriates me, there's absolutely nothing I can do about it.  So I've begun praying again, slowly.  Hoping that baby steps will eventually lead me down the right path.

Sunday, December 20, 2015

Not Okay

We got pregnant right before Thanksgiving.  We had two little girls who, for at least a little while, were growing in my womb.  This is the only picture I'll ever have of my sweet baby girls.

With our families walking this road of infertility alongside us and us being as public as we are with our IVF journey, we just don't get to have any of the fun surprises that "normal" couples get to have.  So when we scheduled our transfer and snuck away to Colorado, only a handful of people knew.  

We transferred the only two embryos we had and prayed that we would get to hold those babies in our arms.

On December 2 we heard the words from my IVF nurse that we had waited so so long to hear.  You're pregnant.  Definitively.

My HCG needed to be around 50, and mine was at 77.  Thank you, Jesus.  We are pregnant!  I literally stood in the middle of my living room and repeated those words over and over and over again.

Thank you, Jesus.

Two days later I went in for a routine blood draw just to make sure my HCG was increasing at the necessary rate.  I looked around the waiting room that morning at the women waiting there, remembering the battle it had been to get to this point.  To finally have life growing inside of my womb.  To finally be pregnant.  I don't know how to put that feeling into words.

My nurse was off that day, and it was unusually late in the day for me to not have heard from my doctor.  I finally got a hold of a nurse there.  She was somber.  My HCG had increased, but not as much as it should have.  We'd run the blood work again in two days.  

Two days later I found myself once again sitting in the waiting room for my HCG blood draw.  This time, though, I was scared.  Could this really all be taken away from me?  After the joy and the tears and the struggle?  The sweet nurse there didn't make me wait for my doctor's office to call.  She called me into an office and told me that my HCG was now at 39.  My babies were gone.

The last couple of weeks have been difficult to say the least.  My heart is broken, and I'm trying to understand why and how.  I've turned into this sad, cynical person I don't recognize.  Spiritually, it's a battle, and for now I'm just trying to be okay with not being okay.  

Sunday, November 15, 2015

When a Dream Dies

When your dreams die, you mourn.  My best friend has two beautiful boys, but because of some serious complications with her second baby, she knows they shouldn't get pregnant again.  She wanted more babies.  She wanted to experience pregnancy again.  She wanted to try for a baby girl. But that dream has died.  It doesn't make her any less grateful for the gifts God has given her in her two sons.  It doesn't make the possibility of adopting a little girl to add to her family any less beautiful.  But she's mourning.  There's a part of her heart that is broken.

I've been mourning, too.  We talked with my doctor a couple of weeks ago, and some realities for us became clear.
  • The likelihood of us ever getting pregnant on our own is slim to none.
  • If we are blessed with a pregnancy from our two embryos, we wouldn't be able to do another retrieval until I'm 35.  I'm already on the IVF protocol for a woman over 40.  In two or three years, we could do another retrieval and potentially end up with no embryos at all.  
  • We could move forward now with another retrieval instead of the transfer, but we're broke. We can't go any farther into debt than we already are.
The cold, hard reality is that when we transfer these embryos, it will likely be the only time I am able to experience pregnancy, the only time I will be able to feel a baby inside my belly.  

My dreams of having a big family -- how I always imagined it -- are dying.  And I'm sad.  I'm mourning.

I know and fully believe that God can still bless us with a big family.  And if we are blessed with one or two babies from this transfer, I will be over the moon!  They will be everything to me.  My sadness now can't and won't take away from the blessing those babies would be to our lives.

But I've been mourning the loss of my dream.  The dream of birthing all of my babies.  The dream of feeling them kick and hiccup and do somersaults inside me.  The dreams I had before infertility. Before IVF. Before FSH levels and embryo gradings and the never ending pile of syringes and needles.

Some may doubt my faith in Him.  After all, if He wants to bless us with pregnancies and babies, He will.  And it's true.  He can bless us.  He has blessed us.  And He will continue to bless us.  But I don't believe my faith has to be void of my real, human feelings.  I have to allow myself to feel this pain.  I have to allow myself to mourn this.  And then I have keep moving forward, down the path He had planned for me before He knit me in my mother's womb.  And while we trust and we hope and we keep moving forward in His strength, there will be days that the grief overcomes me.  There will be days when I weep.  But I will continue trust in His Word.

...Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.  Psalm 30:5

Sunday, October 18, 2015

Sightseeing and a Near Death Experience

When we were in Colorado for our retrieval, we had an appointment every morning at our doctor's office.  
Our first morning appointment at CCRM.
After the ultrasound and blood work, though, we had the days to ourselves!  There are so many things to do in Colorado, but we were limited because of the meds I was on.  On these meds, I have many limitations: no caffeine, no alcohol, no chocolate, no bending/twisting, no elevated heartrate (140bpm or higher).  So white water rafting was automatically out.  :-)  Basically, we did a lot of driving, which is fine because Colorado (especially at this time of year) is beautiful.
On Sunday, our first full day in Colorado, we took a trip to Boulder.  We had lunch and then walked up and down Pearl Street.

Boulder, CO
 Pearl Street has lots of street performers.  We happened upon this street performer at the end of his show.  That didn't stop him from volunteering me to help him.  (And me trying to hide behind the person in from of me wasn't nearly as affective as I had hoped!)

On the second day (Monday) of our trip, we headed to Estes Park.  Michael loved driving all the mountain roads.  I, on the other hand, was trying to not have a heart attack.  Those roads terrify me. 

We walked around downtown Estes and ate lunch there.  I spent a few summers in Estes Park/Rocky Mountain National Park when I worked for Group Workcamps in college.  Walking around downtown Estes brought back so many fun memories!

We planned to go on an easy hike to Bear Lake, but our waitress convinced us to check out "The Pool" which was a longer, but easy hike.  So, we did what the local suggested and headed to Rocky Mountain National Park.  

Any other time of my life, this really would have been an easy hike.  It was beautiful and secluded, but I had to stop several times to check my heart rate.  It wasn't as flat as she had made it seem!  Michael ended up leading the way because his normal gait is ridiculously slow.  That way he forced me to go slow.  

 Oh, and we bought a selfie stick. Most embarrassing purchase of my life.  But it was super useful when you're all by yourself in the middle of Rocky Mountain National Park!

(This was our very first selfie stick picture.)

Back to the hike...

The people we passed on the trail looked as us funny.  We weren't planning on going on this kind of hike, and neither one of us were necessarily dressed appropriately.  But we didn't care!

We finally made it!

On our way out of the park, we noticed a TON of cars pulled off on the side of the road.  As we got closer, we realized there was a huge herd of elk right up next to the road.  They were so close to us!

Tuesday was our third day in Colorado, and after our morning appointments we headed to the Mount Evans Scenic Byway.  It's a two hour-ish drive from where we were to Echo Lake, the beginning of the Byway.  We packed lunch and found a picnic table next to the lake.

And I froze to death.  It was in the 40's and windy!

Messin' with the selfie stick...

Then we headed up the mountain to the Scenic Byway.  The Mount Evans Scenic Byway is the highest paved road in North America.  This was, hands down, the dumbest idea I have ever had.  Remember when the mountain roads in Estes freaked me out?  I had no idea what scary mountain roads were like, until now...

Above the tree line...

Mount Evans Lake.  At this point we are so high up, I am literally crying.  I hate heights.

My pictures don't do these roads (or the height!) justice.  The edges of the roads were sheer drops.  We were literally driving on the edge of a clif, with no guardrails.

We found a herd of mountain sheep!

Chillin' on the side of the road.

Praise Jesus, we made it to the top and we didn't die!!!

The mountain goats just blend right in...

 We made it to the top without dying, but now we had to go back down the mountain.  I cried on the way down, too.  I'm not kidding.  If you make one little mistake driving on these roads, you will go crashing down the side of the mountain.  It makes my heart start to beat fast just thinking about it!

 After we made it past the scary part of the mountain, we stopped to take some pictures with the aspens.  They were just beautiful.  And this girl had just cheated death!

I love being back down with the trees!


As you already know, our trip got cut short because we triggered and the retrieved a day early.  We loved our time together in Colorado, but we were definitely ready to come back home.  When we got home, we had a bag from our sweet friends Abby and Derek of all the delicious goodness that I hadn't been able to enjoy for the last month!  We are blessed by such wonderful friends!

If we had to spend a week away from home, Colorado in the fall was a great place to be!!

Saturday, October 10, 2015


Our retrieval was over two weeks ago.  It's taken that long for me to have the want to to blog.  I needed a break.  A break from talking about our infertility.  A break from thinking about our infertility.  Just a break.  I have made the choice to be very public and transparent about our journey.  But sometimes it's exhausting.  And people who have never walked this road just don't know what to say or how to respond.  I get that, and I know people mean well.  But when someone asks about our retrieval and I tell them we have half of the embryos we really should have, it's frustrating when someone responds with, "Well, it's better than nothing" as they walk down the hall with their three kids in tow.  Because, while it is better than nothing, I just went through over 100 injections, dozens of blood draws and dozens of transvaginal sonograms.  (If you don't know what a transvaginal ultrasound is, do a google image search.  They're not the most pleasant things in the world.)  We have lost embryos, and now have babies in heaven.  It is a very real possibility that by the time our transfer rolls around, we won't have enough embryos to transfer.  Those kinds of comments do nothing but frustrate me.

So, I needed a break.  (I really do appreciate everyone's outpouring of love and support.  And I understand that if you've not gone through infertility yourself or with a close loved one, it's hard to know what to say.  My goal is not to be critical, but to share my heart and my frustration.)

Vent session over.  Here are the details from our retrieval:

We got to Colorado on a Saturday night, just in time for the Alabama football game.  ;-)  Sunday morning we headed to CCRM for what became a daily visit for blood draw and ultrasound.  Each day we measured the growth of my follicles and monitored specific hormone levels in my blood.

Inside a woman's ovaries are follicles, which you can think of as little water balloons.  Inside each follicle, we would expect there to be an egg.  As the follicles grow, the eggs inside are maturing.  On average, the follicles (and eggs) will grow 1-2mm per day.  The goal is to grow the follicles to around 20-22mm.  The picture below is not my ultrasound, but it gives you an idea of what it looks like.

Most women will have several follicles begin to develop at the beginning of her cycle.  However, one follicle will become the dominant follicle and the other follicles will be absorbed back into the body (or just disappear or the follicle fairy comes and takes them away). The bottom line is that there ends up being only one follicle, and on the rare occasion, two. 

 One of the purposes of the injections I was taking was to block the communication from my brain to my ovaries so that all of my follicles would continue to grow and mature, thereby giving us lots of eggs to retrieve.  Each day we had a report on the size of each of the follicles in my ovaries.  You can see the progression of growth from Sunday to Tuesday.  
Because I had some follicles so large on Tuesday, my doctor decided to trigger me early.  If we waited too long for the other guys to grow, we would lose my mature eggs.  So, on Wednesday morning at 3:15am Michael and I got up so he could administer my trigger shot.  This shot basically tells my body to ovulate and for the follicles to release the eggs.  It has to be administered at a very specific time based on when the retrieval will occur.  If you've ever done IUI, you've also had to have a trigger shot.  However, this shot was much bigger and scarier than the others I've done.  It went in my tush, the needle was nearly 2 inches long, and if Michael missed the spot he could his my sciatic nerve which would be very painful for me.  Luckily, all went well....even at 3:00 in the morning!

Wednesday morning we went back in for another blood draw and a genetics class for the Comprehensive Chromosomal Screening that we are having done on our embryos.  It was incredibly informative, and I loved every minute of it!  I learned so much!!

Thursday was the day of the retrieval.  I wasn't allowed to drink or eat anything after midnight Wednesday, and our retrieval was at 2:15pm. I was starving!!!  I started the day with a quick IVF physical, and then Michael and I sat around and waited for 2:15 to roll around.

Eventually they called me back and prepped me for surgery.  The doctors and nurses here are amazing.  They were so sweet to just sit and talk with us, and calm my nerves.  The anesthesiologist even went to school at UMKC, and knew all about Kansas City!  It was fun to have a little connection to home.

Surgery was only about 20 minutes.  The doctor goes through the vaginal wall with an aspiration needle, and sucks out the contents of every follicle, no matter the size. Surgery prep and recovery was longer than the actual procedure.  I woke up easier after this surgery than any other time, which was a huge blessing!  The wake up part is the hardest part of surgery for me.  My "sweet" surgical nurse defaced my shirt, though, while I was out!  Naughty, naughty, naughty!!  (Although we all got a really good laugh out of it.)

Unfortunately, we learned after our retrieval that not all of a woman's follicles necessarily have an egg.  (Makes me wonder if that's a part of our infertility, too, if I'm not producing an egg each month.)  We were anticipating retrieving 12 (or more) total eggs.  We were told several times that the ultrasounds are an estimate of how many follicles a woman has because often some follicles are hiding behind others and are difficult to see on ultrasound.  We only retrieved, however, 8 eggs.  Out of those 8 eggs, only 6 of them were mature.  We anticipated not having 12 mature eggs due to the small size of a couple of the follicles.  

After the retrieval the embryologists wait a few hours for the extra cells to fall off of the eggs before they fertilize them.  So, after we were back at the hotel, they took individual sperm and injected them into each of my eggs.  We left the next day, and received a phone call on our way home telling us that only 4 of our 6 mature eggs fertilized.  There's really  no explanation to why they don't all fertilize.  Even with injecting the sperm directly into the egg, some just don't do what they're supposed to do.

At that point, we had 4 embryos.  Michael and I believe that life starts at conception, so even though it was difficult to hear that we didn't have as many embryos as we expected, we rejoiced in the fact that we had four babies.  We are technically a mom and a dad, and have never been able to say that before.  Now we had to wait 5-6 more days to see which of the embryos grow and divide at the right rate.  

This is a picture of a blastocyst, which is the stage we needed our embryos to grow to.  This happens at about day 5 or 6 in the life of the embryo.  We had 3 of our 4 embryos survive to this stage.  At this point, the embryologist biopsied 3-4 cells off the outside of the embryo and then froze the embryos.  
The cells from the biopsy will go through what we call CCS, or Comprehensive Chromosomal Screening.  This screening will tell us which embryos are chromosomally normal.  The embryologists will use this screening to make sure our embryos have 46 chromosomes and that there are 2 of each chromosome.  Embryos that aren't chromosomally normal will either miscarry or potentially produce very sick babies.  We want to be able to transfer the embryos that will give us the greatest chance of having a successful pregnancy.

So, now we wait.  We still have three embryos, and are waiting to see how many we will have after the CCS testing.  Statistically, 70% of the embryos are chromosomally normal for women in my age range (under 35).  My nurses keep telling us that we have my age on our side.  In reality, my age hasn't proven helpful to this point.  Based on my age, we should have twice as many embryos at this point.  If we had anticipated this outcome, the doctor would have suggested us to have gone through a "banking" process where I go through multiple cycles of meds and retrieval surgeries to "bank" our embryos and test them all at once.  So, if I'm honest about it, I'm nervous about how many embryos we will end up with to transfer.

But that's where we are.  During this process I was worried I would have too many embryos, so I prayed that the Lord would give us the perfect number of embryos.  Unfortunately for me, three was not the perfect number I had in mind.  :-)  The Lord continues to test my trust in Him and in His plan for us.  We are waiting anxiously to hear our CCS results.  Until then, we wait.

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Dreaming, Hoping, Praying

We have been so blessed by the generosity of our friends and family.  Their love and support continues to amaze me!  Yet again we have a wonderful friend who has stepped up and offered to help us raise some money for our IVF.  Anna has created this necklace just to support us.

Each "Dreaming, Hoping, Praying" necklace purchased will support us on our journey to becoming parents. The necklace is $25. We would be so honored if you would consider supporting us in this way.  If you would like to order a necklace (or two or three!),  you can visit Anna's facebook page here or shoot me an email.

Sunday, September 6, 2015

It Begins...

Here's what nearly $6,000 worth of IVF retrieval meds looks like.

This is the week is all really begins.  I start daily injections.  The further along we go, the more injections I get each day.  Seeing all of these needles has really made this process become more real to me.  I'm nervous.  I'm emotional.  I'm hopeful.

We'll be in Colorado in just a few short weeks, and there are so many things we're praying for.

*Safe travels
*As few medicine side effects as possible (I really don't need to be any more emotional than I am when I'm unmedicated.)
*Healthy eggs and then embryos
*Successful retrieval procedure (during the procedure and post-op)
*My nerves!
*My marriage (this thing can be ridiculously stressful)
All we want is to be a mom and dad.  We are so appreciative of all the love and support (prayer and financial!) from our friends and family.  We love you all, and are actively trusting Him to work all things for good to those who love Him.

If you would be willing to help us financially, you can donate here.  We would be eternally grateful for your generosity!

Thursday, August 6, 2015

Since I've Written Last...

Since the last time I blogged I have:
  • Started needing an alarm clock again.  Welcome back to the real world, I guess.  But I refuse to believe there are alarm clocks in heaven!  Lord Jesus, come quickly!
  • Officially started my new job as assistant principal!  Today was the first day of work for teachers, and we had a full day of professional development.  It was a lot of fun to get to know my new school family!
  • Received my IVF calendar!  WOO HOO!  So glad to get on with this process!  Our retrieval will be in September, but it's likely our transfer won't be able to happen until after the new year.  Due to my diagnoses, we are having to do some extra chromosomal testing on our embryos, which is apparently a time consuming process.
  • Begun researching my IVF prescriptions.  More accurately, Michael has begun the research. And let me tell you.  That stuff ain't cheap!  And it varies greatly from pharmacy to pharmacy. One of the prescriptions (an IVF world it's known as a "pen" in an attempt to not freak me out with the sheer volume of needles that are coming my way!) is $2500 at one pharmacy and the same "pen" is $5700 at another pharmacy!  Lord, have mercy!
I know that's not many bullet points, but it sure feels like a lot!  Between a new job and IVF, I feel like there's a lot on my plate!  Nevertheless, I'm excited to get started with all of these exciting new things!  (Minus the blessed alarm clock!!)

Friday, July 17, 2015


There are times in my life when I am acutely aware of how grateful I am for my husband.  When I am just overwhelmed with love and gratitude.  When I can't help but thank Jesus for bringing this man into my life.

Today has been one of those days.

I am extra emotional and completely overwhelmed with life.  (And I'm already emotional on a good day!)  We have so much going on.  Infertility and IVF.  Bills, bills and more bills. Starting a business.  Bills, bills and more bills.  Starting a new job, at a new building, in a new district.  It's just a lot.  And it's all hit me at once in the last 48 hours.

 I am stressed.

And emotional.

And grateful that I get to walk this road, fight these battles and celebrate the victories with this amazing man.  Thank you, Jesus, for my husband.  A million times, thank you.