Eggcellent Mom Chronicles

The Sunday Scaries came in strong the other night. Not only was it the first Sunday of a new school year, but my anxiety was sky-high thinking about my appointment. I was convinced that my transfer cycle was going to be canceled.

One of the many things I’m working on this year is continuously holding onto hope. I’m allowing its bright warmth and potential for possibilities to shine, even on my darkest days. If only I knew the other night as I tossed and turned, that it was all going to be alright today. My transfer cycle is not canceled! It is, however, shifting from a natural approach to a fully medicated cycle. I’m now embracing my reservations about doing daily injections for approximately 10-12 weeks.

The funny thing about hope is that it’s always present. Sometimes it’s there as a small seed, just waiting for you to water it. Other times, it’s a radiating light, illuminating what’s to come.

I can live with the injections because I’m actively cultivating hope. I’m carrying the watering can, welcoming the glow of what’s to come, and embracing this next step with open arms (and legs).

This journey has taught me to cherish every step. With hope in hand, I’ll be stepping away from the blog for a while to simply be present in this moment and embrace the possibilities, one day at a time.