About Me

Hey everyone! Welcome to my blog!
So, I want to start off by saying that I have never written a blog before, so please bear with me while I figure things out!
A little about me:
I am a 28 year old Interior Designer (not a writer, lol) and I live in Midland, TX. I am married to the most wonderful man in the world (Mr. H) and I have the sweetest little Pomeranian (Chopper) that a girl could ever ask for!
I started this blog to tell the story of our journey to becoming parents.
Infertility is not something that gets a lot of attention or press. In fact, it is rarely mentioned and unless you have gone through it or know someone that has, chances are you probably never even knew that it was a pretty big issue these days. It makes me sad to say that 1 in 8 couples struggle with infertility and out of all of those couples only 3% have to pursue IVF as their last resort to having a child of their own. We are that 1 in 8 and sadly we are also in that 3%. 
I am not writing this for sympathy or attention. I am just simply telling our story.
  I am writing this, partly because talking about the struggles we've been through is kind of therapeutic for me, but mostly because I know there are a ton of couples out there that are struggling to create the family of their dreams as well. It isn't easy and no matter how much you try to talk to your family and friends about it, unless they have actually been through it, you don't really feel like they completely understand. 
My goal in writing this blog is to hopefully help, not only our family and friends understand better what has happened in our experiences, but also to let others, going through similar situations, know that they are not alone. And if my story helps just one couple or even one person, then I have accomplished something.  Mr. H and I have accepted that we cannot conceive naturally, we had our grieving time (at times we still don't feel like we'll ever get over it) and now we are trying to keep a positive outlook on the rest. This is a process and not an easy one. Whether you have been through infertility, are currently going through it or know someone that has, I hope that you can all find some sort of comfort in our story and maybe even a little humor!


We got married two years ago (as of 2015), after dating for... only 7 years!! Yeah, it was about time!
Mr. H and I decided, shortly after we tied the knot that we would start trying to make our own little family. So, at first we didn't have a timeline, if it happened, it happened. If it didn't, it didn't.  We are young and we weren't in a hurry, but month after month we were disappointed. After what seemed like forever but was really a few, like 4, months of let downs, I decided to start tracking my cycles. I told myself that I wouldn't let my life revolve around this and that I wasn't really paying attention to when we were "supposed to do it," but you just can't help it. Once you start trying, everything you know is consumed. It was like my whole little world was turned upside down and all I could think about was periods, the waiting, ovulation, my morning basil temperature and "oh wait, did I just start my period?"... Shit!! Here we go again!
 Now, I love my husband, but there is just something about having to do the deed on a specific day, at a specific time that just, well, it takes the romance out of it. Sex, around ovulation time, became a chore. It was not because we weren't in love or don't enjoy each other, but because we couldn't just be spontaneous, we had to plan every moment of our lives around when I was going to ovulate.  We tried everything!  Of course, I knew nothing in the begining and Google was my best friend. I researched and researched and I learned SO much, y'all. This may or may not have been a good thing. I don't really know, but what I do know is, I looked like a complete fool propping my booty up on the headboard for 15 minutes after every single baby making effort!  In the end, all of the gravity defiance tips and tricks in the world didn't help us!!
After a year of this we decided to talk to the doctor, get the testing and figure out what was wrong!
After all, it’s hard work doing handstands for babies!