Tag Archives: IVF

my love, my life

We have, unexpectedly, decided to wean. We are taking cues from our girl, & while she’s ready, & I am not. Up until this morning, I had been down to one pump a day when I could stand it. It wasn’t consistent. I’ve tried everything I could possibly think to make even that more tolerableContinue reading “my love, my life”

“I hope that my daughter…”

“Here’s to strong women,” indeed. May know them. May we be them May we raise them. <— this part When we found out we were miraculously (scientifically) pregnant, I was ecstatic.  Terrified, but totally elated.  Dec. 9th, when we heard that heartbeat, we rushed home, heads spinning, hearts soaring. We celebrated. We breathed. The nextContinue reading ““I hope that my daughter…””

The lovers, the dreamers, & me…

Today it’s Thursday, January 27th. But I’ve had this tab open on my MacBook for 48 hours. I have been positively stagnant. Totally blocked up. On how to get started. On what to share. This hasn’t happened to me on this journey. Not since I’ve been sharing for a little over a year. It was,Continue reading “The lovers, the dreamers, & me…”

All day, all shit

Thanks to everyone who has reached out. I don’t really have much of a capacity to talk & frankly I don’t want to. We’re incredibly disappointed – understatement of the century – & feel let down by the universe & whatever else is up or out there. I believe in the Sun, moon, & starsContinue reading “All day, all shit”

Oh, simple thing where have you gone?

I don’t have it in me to write much of a blog post. Or do anything but lay in my bed, cry, & stare blankly into the void. I don’t know if this is even coherent. But, here this is anyway. What a super, duper fun way to kick off Pregnancy & Infant Loss AwarenessContinue reading “Oh, simple thing where have you gone?”

This Could Be the End of Everything

Tuesday, September 7th. This could be the end of everything. Everything as we know it, that is. 38 months, collectively, of trying (& failing) to conceive. THIRTY. EIGHT. MONTHS. We tried for 9 months before finally getting pregnant. That miracle ended in miscarriage by our first appointment. When we were supposed to hear the heartbeat.Continue reading “This Could Be the End of Everything”

What if I fall? What if I don’t?

July 1st. I haven’t sat down to write since April 28th. We have had many big, life-changing decisions in the Glossner household since then. The last critical morphology we had in February (??? who knows anymore? what is time?) wasn’t…stellar. To say that we were defeated & disappointed would be the biggest understatement of theContinue reading “What if I fall? What if I don’t?”