Sometimes this feels like an unrelenting Groundhog Day of injections, blood work and disappointment. And yet, we fight on like Marine recruits during the Crucible in basic training. Like Diana Nyad swimming from Havana, Cuba to Key West, Florida. We have to keep going.
Here we are starting this IVF journey all over again, so hello again happy one minute and sad the next. Hey there scared and angry. Welcome back uncertain hopeful (and broke). Nice to see you all again.
This time we are in a much better place though. Our relationship, perhaps because of what we’ve been through, is stronger than ever. What doesn’t break you as they say.
After talking it over with Dr. G and really thinking this through (emotionally and financially) we’ve decided to go with an egg donor. This decision was incredibly difficult especially for Jenn. She always wanted to hear someone say one day, “she has your eyes” or “she looks so much like you.” Letting this dream go has been incredibly painful for her. An egg donor is never in the plan growing up. It just becomes the plan. And as hard as this decision has been for us we are at once incredibly grateful that this thing called “egg donation” is even possible.
See Jenn wants to carry her baby. She wants to feel every little kick and dance step she does. She wants to bring her into the world.
She wants to be her mother. So donations are greatly appreciated.