Facebook announcement

Last week, we announced our baby news on Facebook.

We had told everyone we wanted to personally tell and the little baby shoes we ordered had finally arrived so it felt like it was the right time.

I have been thinking about this Facebook post since before we got pregnant. I’m talking years. For me, facebook announcements were a huge trigger. I can’t tell you how many times I broke down in tears or wanted to throw my lap top across the room after seeing another pregnancy announcement (last year even called for a couple of breaks from it). I knew the day we wrote a post, it had to be something meaningful and while we were excited to finally be announcing it to the world, I wanted those sweet women deep in the trenches of the TTC world not to feel too sick by what they stumbled across on their news feed. I wanted them to know that I was a fellow warrior, that I hadn’t forgotten the path they’re walking on, and maybe just maybe, my words could bring them some comfort and hope.

Back in December, a few days after we were released from our clinic, still living in fear of something horrible happening, I let faith and hope be my guide. For almost 8 weeks I worked on this announcement (picking at it when I felt inspired). The night before we agreed to share our news, I read it to Jerseyman and began to cry. He said he loved it and gave his approval.

That same night, Jerseyman came up with the brilliant idea of what our photo should look like. The following day was a miserable wet day but we were determined and too excited not to make it happen. When we got to the park, it took us seconds to figure out the perfect backdrop. With an umbrella over the baby shoes we snapped a few pictures and we were done.

Later that afternoon, when it came time to post our news on Facebook, I began to get emotional. It was a combination of feeling vulnerable, excited and so grateful that we were in this moment. I had a few seconds of asking myself if I was sharing too much? Those old feelings of shame tried to creep back in but I fought through it. I said a quick prayer, went to the draft email I had been working on for all those weeks, copied the text, pasted it as a status update, attached the photo and took a deep breath……

Here we go…

*click post*

….*cue tears*

The out pour of love has been humbling and overwhelming. People are so excited for us! But the messages that have touched my heart deepest have been those from 5 friends/acquaintances (now TTC sisters) that find themselves deep in the trenches of their own journey. They all thanked me for sharing our story and said they were inspired by our post, that it has given them hope ❤

Without further ado…here’s my Facebook announcement:


After years of continuous prayers, visits to specialists, a laundry list of tests, two surgeries, the roller coaster of fertility treatments, the heartache of a failed cycle and the heartbreak of loss….**** and I are thrilled to share with you that Baby ********* will be joining us some time around August 4th, 2016! God is so good my friends! He is never blind to your tears, never deaf to your prayers and never silent to your pain. He sees, He hears and He will deliver!

Our journey wasn’t easy and as we learned, it isn’t for many. In Canada, 1 in 6 couples are affected by infertility. A “secret club” that’s isolating, dream shattering and flips your life upside down.

To anyone that finds themselves deep in the trenches: Our hearts go out to you. We know some days are really difficult to get through. Be gentle with yourselves. Lean on your partner and remember that you’re in this together. Create a tribe of support. There’s people in your life that love you and want to be there for you. Feel like no one in your life understands? Join a support group, either in person or on line. You don’t have to walk this journey alone. Don’t feel bad for creating boundaries. Do what you need to do to protect your heart. Be strong, courageous and patient as you continue on in your journey. But most importantly, keep the FAITH and NEVER GIVE UP HOPE! Your sunshine could be just around the next bend


Christmas came early!

Christmas came early for us this year….we graduated from our clinic!

We had our second ultrasound today (7w6d). Baby is measuring at 8 weeks with a beautiful heart beat of 161bpm!

We are over the moon!!!

I just have to be on Estrace and Progesterone for another 2 weeks and then I’m a regular pregnant lady Eeee!

The clinic is sending my file over to our family doctor/OB since the care is now being transferred to her. We’ll make an appointment to see her in the new year.

AAAHHH!!! Is this seriously happening?!

I sat in shock when they told us it was our last appointment. The tears started streaming once it finally hit me. For some reason I thought we’d be released at 10 weeks so this was a big surprise.

So here we are, Christmas 2015. We’re pregnant and we’ve graduated from our clinic. To say I feel overwhelmed with gratitude would be an understatement. It’s taken us 4 years to get here but really, I’ve been dreaming of a Christmas like this since Jerseyman and I got married 8 years ago. God is so good my friends!

I should sign off to finish wrapping presents.

Wishing you all sweet and cozy Christmas full of blessings ❤




Hello…it’s me

Hello friends, someone wanted to say hello!

Meet our sweet little super hero ❤

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Measuring at exactly 6 weeks 1 day with a precious heart rate of 112 bpm.


Honestly, I was feeling pretty nervous about this appointment. Jerseyman made a comment earlier this week about this being “uncharted waters”for us and it kinda kept playing in my head. It also hasn’t helped that I’ve been feeling cramping on my right side, along with a sore hip, back and some light cramping down my right thigh. I was trying really hard not to imagine the worst but you know how the mind is.

I booked my acupuncture appointment before my ultrasound and good thing too. I was such a ball of nerves and ended up in tears talking to my acupuncturist. He’s the best and always takes my meltdowns in stride. He gave me some good stress points that helped chill me out before my appointment.

Since I had to work, Jerseyman and I decided to meet at the clinic. Unfortunately he ran a bit late due to traffic but the nurse was kind enough to wait for him and let the people with the appointment after us go ahead of us.

I waited in the little private waiting room and Jerseyman arrived before I knew it. He was very sweet and acted all goofy trying to keep me distracted then he got all sweet and serious, took my hands and led us in a little prayer before they called us in.

The ultrasound was done by one of the older RE’s at the practice that we hadn’t met before (Dr. Y is in his mid to late 70’s and is considered a pioneer of IVF in Canada). I have read mixed reviews about him so I didn’t know what to expect but we thought he was absolutely hilarious!

I wore my wonder woman socks but because of the cover I was wearing all he could see was the bottom half of the socks (solid blue with white stars). He says to me, “Did your husband lend you his socks?!” Hahaha! Oh gosh, we were cracking up right off the bat.

Then came the ultrasound….the only way I can describe it is completely amazing!

The first thing I noticed and brought my great relief was seeing the yolk sac in my uterus! Dr. Y did his thing and zoomed in a bit more and we got to see our little tiny baby taking form. Of course, the tears started streaming at that point. Dr. Y said he saw a flicker so he wanted to see if he could measure a heart beat. They turned the monitor on told me to hold my breath….there it was! More tears, lol.

Dr. Y and the nurse assisting him both congratulated us and I felt like I could breathe again!

Of course, Dr. Y found the opportunity to bust another joke and said, “It’s nice to see Dr. N (my actual RE) finally got somebody pregnant!” LOL!

I told them both about my concerns of my side pain and my fear of ectopic and Dr. Y practically shouts, “Well, it’s definitely not ectopic! I see it in the uterus!” He’ so abrupt and loud, I loved it! He assured me it was completely normal. Everything is stretching and moving.

When we got back into the little private waiting room Jerseyman and I busted out a ‘Grow baby, grow baby, grow’ dance party and sing along and said a thank you prayer for the amazing results. It was a beautiful moment. We couldn’t stop telling each other, “We have a baby growing in there!” God is so good, my friends!

We are OVER THE MOON you guys!!! One more milestone down!

I don’t feel great most of the time but it is so worth it knowing our little baby is growing strong.

Only 11 more days til we get to see them again.

Aahh – I can’t wait!!


Beta # 2

By some miracle I survived this past week. For the most part I felt calm and peace in my heart but today, I really started to feel the nerves eating up at me.

We’ve been here before. Waiting for the second beta test. In our case, that second beta test resulted in dream crushing news. You try not to think of the past but you can’t help but worry that you’ll have a similar outcome.

But today, today I am happy to report that we got AMAZING news! We found out that our miracle is here and growing strong!

Beta #2 results…..26,014!!!

Many tears of joy were shed today. We have been praying for this sweet miracle for years and by the grace of God, they’re here!

Our first ultrasound is this Friday. I will be 6 weeks 1 day. Please help us pray that our baby is in the perfect spot to continue to grow and that we’re blessed with having them join our family next summer.

My heart is so humbled, grateful and beyond overjoyed!

God is so good my friends!

I will leave you with a fun story. Since our first beta I’ve been rubbing my belly singing “Grow baby, grow baby, GROW!” over and over again while doing a little dance, lol. Jerseyman gave me props for modifying Vanilla Ice’s original to my own version. And today, literally 5 seconds before our clinic called with our results, Jerseyman blasted the song to try and ease my nerves. We’ve totally declared this our pregnancy song. With modified lyrics of course, lol.

Grow baby, grow baby, GROW! Grow baby, grow baby, GROW! Grow baby, grow baby, GROW!


Beta results are in

Well, that explains why I’ve been feeling the way I’ve been feeling lately (read: crappy!)

At 13dp5dt my beta came in at over 2,500!!!

I’m pregnant!

We have follow up blood work next Monday (I know, crazy long wait) and an ultrasound booked for December 11th. Aahh!

Thank you all for your support and prayers! We know we have more hurdles to overcome in the coming weeks so I kindly ask that you keep us in your prayers.

God is so good my friends!



Transfer Day

Tuesday was our Transfer Day!

It rained most of the way there but we lucked out and had amazing traffic (on the way home too). Jerseyman made us an amazing playlist for the trip. The first three songs were individual songs to Batman, Superman and Wonder woman. Followed by the Justice League songs. The rest of the songs were a nice mix of my favorites (top 40, pop, etc). We had fun singing and dancing. He sure knows my heart!

We made good timing and had a few minutes to spare before my pre-transfer acupuncture so we sat in the car and prayed for a smooth and successful transfer. Oh how I cherish those moments! Jerseyman’s faith has been tested a lot this year. And while I know he still has his moments where he struggles, it’s a beautiful sight to witness him leaning on God.

My acupuncture session was lovely. I had it with the same lady that did it last time. She has a really calming demeanor about her and I appreciate that she speaks my language: Superheros and Disney princesses, lol. She got a real kick out of my outfit (I was decked out in Wonder Woman gear). My session lasted about 30 minutes, when we were done, she took me downstairs to the clinic’s waiting room to get Jerseyman, then she took us to the special waiting area before procedures.

The nurses also got a real kick out of our superhero theme (my outfit and Jerseyman’s Batman shirt, lol). It made for a fun and light atmosphere all around. We were led into our little waiting room/area and the nurse asked me if I needed to pee because there was a procedure ahead of me. I said I was full but fine. Thank God I didn’t bring my water bottle with me from the acupuncture room. This isn’t my first rodeo and I know what my bladder can handle but I did question myself if I had had enough. When they called me on Monday they told me to start drinking a liter of water an hour before my transfer, the instructions say 2-3 cups and I know I can do 3 cups without feeling like I’m going to die. This time I only did 2.5 cups. Well it turned out to be a good thing because my transfer was delayed for over an hour! I guess 2 back to back patients before me were having issues with their cervix not opening (ouch – poor girls). By the grace of God I managed to hold my pee for almost 2 hours! Jerseyman tried to distract me by chit chatting in the beginning but that stopped helping. I walked around slowly and quietly in our room and discovered the ability to relax my bladder enough that it didn’t hurt anymore. The nurse saw me walking around from underneath the curtain and told me I could go pee a little but seriously, can anyone honestly do that? I told her if I started peeing, I’m not sure I would be able to hold the floodgates, lol.

We finally get called in and everything moved quickly. Dr. N (our RE) was doing our transfer. He, like everyone else got a kick out of our outfits. He said, “So this baby will be a result of Wonder woman and Batman having a baby?” LOL. He told us our embaby survived the thaw and maintained their amazing 4BB quality grading. He said it was a Beautiful embryo! I was a beaming mom  While we were waiting for the lab to get our embaby ready, Dr. N did a mock transfer and it went perfectly. He looks to his nurse and says, “That’s how it’s supposed to be!”. (That’s when we found out about the other ladies). The lab zoomed in on our embaby before bringing them out and boy did my heart ever melt. It was so amazing! Jerseyman got a great picture. I’d say this was the best of the three! Shortly after the embryologist came out and we got to watch on the ultrasound screen the moment our little superhero entered my womb. Ahh! There are no words to describe how amazing that moment is ❤ Even with everything we’ve been through, I refuse to not bask in this moment. Our miracle in the making ❤ I overheard our nurse whisper under her breath “Perfect” as she watched the ultrasound screen. I have to admit, it was so reassuring. Both her and Dr. N kept saying everything went perfectly and wished us luck for a positive result. After the transfer I had the most glorious pee and then went back for more acupuncture before going home.

We couldn’t have asked for a more perfect day on Tuesday. Our baby is in the safest and most ideal environment to grow and God willing, in 11 days we’ll get amazing news that we’re one step closer to seeing our sweet baby’s face and having them in our arms!

For the most part, I have a lot of peace in my heart. I woke up with a little bit of anxiety today but it passed after prayer and getting my mind to refocus. I am trusting the timing of our life and trusting that God is in complete control. I believe that good things are coming, I can not only feel it, but I can see it!

Anyhoo, without further ado, here’s a couple of pictures from Tuesday:

Me in my Wonder Woman outfit – FET #3!


Our sweet little superhero!


I am so grateful to be here at this stage. Thank you all for your love and support throughout this journey. Your prayers, happy thoughts and sticky vibes are appreciated!



I can’t believe I’ve gone over 4 months without updating. I’ll be honest, the summer was rough. A lot of emotions surfaced.

Anger. Jealousy. Grief. You name it, I had it.

I tried to talk myself into writing more. “It’ll help you work through your feelings” I would tell myself. But the more I tried to push myself in that direction, the more fiercely I pulled back.

After our miscarriage, I had days where I felt like I could get by just fine. I knew what I needed to do to take care of myself and even tried to tell myself that things could be worse. This didn’t help me at all and it wasn’t long before I was telling that little voice to leave me the hell alone. After the week I took off to grieve, my new reality consisted of simply existing. I went to work, came home, ordered take out and watched Netflix with Jerseyman…rinse, wash, repeat.

I eventually realized that I needed to feel. I was sitting in this grief but not facing it if that makes any sense. I needed to be angry. I needed to be sad. I needed to dig deep and face this pain because losing our baby hurt every fiber of my being.

So I began to dig. I did a lot of crying and self-soothing (you know, listen to songs that pierce your heart and leave you in a puddle of tears, and indulge in super yummy food that leaves you feeling a little guilty after). I also started working with an amazing counselor (the one Jerseyman and I did a joint counseling session with back in July). I discovered I had many layers of grief that I had been carrying for many years (well before we started TTC four years ago). Unpacking them began to help me re-frame our journey. It’s taken a lot of work, in fact, I think I’ll always be a work in progress (aren’t we all?) but I have come a long way and I feel a wholeness I haven’t felt in a long time. My heart is so grateful.

So where are we today? Well, we’re 5 days away from FET #3!

How am I feeling? I go from being calm to excited to nervous, back to excited and then repeat, lol. Overall I have a great sense of peace in my heart. I’m really happy with my decision to take the summer off. I needed to face pain. Some of it I didn’t even realize I had. Thankfully, I’m in a much better place mentally and emotionally. A place where our Superhero baby deserves their mama to be.

Today, I’m filled with hope – so much hope!!! My heart believes that our time is HERE! I believe that God is faithful and when He whispered into my heart that there would be 3 embryos (back when we cycled last October), I truly believe it was a message to trust in Him, that He’s got us and that our miracle is here!

So there we have it. On Tuesday, November 17th, our baby is coming home!

Emotionally drained

It’s been an exhausting week. On Monday night I was looking at pics on my phone and I came across the photos from our transfer day, embaby pics, early pregnancy pics, etc. Jerseyman and I looked so happy! And then it hit me. I was smacked in the face with grief. It hurt so bad I couldn’t stop crying. Then the grief turned into anger. Tuesday wasn’t a good day either.

We had our follow up at the clinic on Wednesday. We both wished we could’ve just done a follow up phone call. It hurt a lot to be there.

When the receptionist asked us in her happy go lucky way “How are you?”, it hurt.

When a cheerful couple walked into the clinic exuberating naïve bliss from what was likely their first cycle, it hurt (with a side order of a pang of jealousy).

When my name was called by a nurse (odd because we were having a follow up with our RE) and we started walking with her as she asked for my details and she realizes there was probably a mistake and she asks me if I was here for an ultrasound (to which I looked at her with a total Da fuq expression), it hurt. Turns out there was two people with the same name in the waiting room (what are the odds).

When we walked into our RE’s office and he asked us “How are you?”, it hurt.

When he said he thinks our odds are still very good with our last embryo “…but we have to consider that sometimes a second round of IVF is needed to find that perfect one”, it hurt. Cause you know, money’s just lying around for another round right?

There wasn’t much to the appointment. Dr. N said miscarriages are often due to chromosomal issues but that doesn’t mean our next one won’t be completely fine (our nurse, had already said the same thing). He said he was really pleased that I did get pregnant, despite the sad outcome, he feels we are getting one step closer because my uterus responded as it should. He assured me it wasn’t anything I did and said we are both young and he feels confident that we will have our children. I started to cry at this point. He also said that I am still considered in my peak years of fertility and many couples in our age group are successful in their first fresh cycles (meaning first IVF, including FET’s from that cycle) and he still sees our chances as being very good. He also said sometimes they tell patients right off the bat that they should consider donors but he doesn’t put us in that category (on either end) and to basically not let our minds go there or to lose hope.

As for what’s next? I told him I needed a break. It’s been a long year of treatments and surgeries and he said he thought it was a good idea. He said that when I’m ready, he’d like to do a diagnostic hysteroscopy again to make sure everything is looking good with my uterus a cycle or two before we transfer. He sounded like he wasn’t sure if we’d do an endometrial scratch again. He said that the uterus is made to carry a child and you often see menopausal women get pregnant and carry perfectly healthy babies to term so he doesn’t think it’s really necessary. The meeting basically wrapped up after that and he told us to try and have a good summer and to call them when I’m ready.

After the appointment Jerseyman and I went to grab breakfast at a nearby Starbucks. We sat quietly and could barely say a word to one another. It was painful to see the pain in each other’s eyes. A bit of a rush hit and I couldn’t handle the crowds so we went to sit outside in a sort of hidden park bench. We sat and cried and vented. Jerseyman is hurt and angry right now. Scratch that, he feels like he’s beyond fury right now. He’s mad at God, at the clinic, at the world. He entered a really dark place and had a total moment of “What’s the point? Maybe we’re not meant for this!” Which left me quiet and with an aching heart. It killed me to see him hurting so much. I let him vent some more and then I had my turn.

Then we started to look at our marriage. Our strong, loving marriage. We’re not perfect by any means. We’ve overcome trial after trial after trial only to come out stronger than ever……but boy, are we ever bruised. It’s a painful truth we had to admit to ourselves but we have to look at it for what it is. We agreed that before, after, and even if, God forbid, there are no kids in our future, we’re grateful to have each other, we want to be with each other and we need to nurture that. By no means does that mean we’re giving up but when you’ve been at it this for so long, it would be extremely naïve of us not to consider that it could be a possible outcome (after we calmed down we agreed that neither one of us truly sees a future without kids. We know we’re meant to be parents). It’s been a hard few weeks but if any good has come from this is that we’ve opened our eyes to realize how fortunate we are to have one another and that we need to give our relationship the TLC it deserves.

Our IVF cycle includes a session with a counselor that specializes in infertility and miscarriages. Our clinic provides a list of counselors and I decided on the lady that facilitates the support groups at our clinic (I quite liked her). Jerseyman and I have an appointment with her next week. I’m looking forward to it. He’s never been to a counselor so I think he sees it more as going to support me but I’ve encouraged him to open up too so we’ll see how it goes. Lord willing some good will come from this session.

So this is where we’re at. We’re taking a break from all treatment right now. I’ve come to realize that I have so many layers of grief to work through. The miscarriage, everything I’ve gone through in terms of fertility treatments (surgeries, TCM, IVF), feeling like it still hasn’t been enough, facing my infertility in general over the years, what it’s done to me, Jerseyman, our marriage. We’ve been at this TTC thing for almost 4 years. We feel like we’ve been put through an emotional grinder.

We have some healing to do but we love each other and know we’re going to be just fine. I also intend to give our last sweet little superhero embaby the best possible chance. For that reason alone, this superhero mama needs to be in a better place mentally, emotionally and spiritually. So healing is what I will do.

I’m trying really hard to pull myself out of my funk but this week I feel like I took 2 steps backwards. Thankfully, today feels like a much better day. I have been reconnecting with some friends I met at our clinic and reaching out to other TTC friends and that seems to be helping. Not to mention my amazing besties and other close family and friends that are always checking up on me and put the effort to pull me out from the dark when I need it most. They’re not kidding when they say you truly get to know who your tribe is when you’re going through difficult times.

I’ve been binge watching a show called Switched at Birth (omg…so good!) and have been having a little too much comfort food (I started to feel guilty about that but you know what? Fuck it. It’s what I need right now, I’ll get back on track soon). Being social hasn’t been the easiest thing in the world but I’m getting myself out there and seeing friends when I can so overall, I’d say I’m on the right track.

Baby steps right?

Father’s Day


Because the daddy of Superhero Angel Babies also deserves to celebrate Father’s Day, I surprised Jerseyman with a growler of his favorite beer, these aaaamazing light up superhero coasters and tix to yesterday’s Canada vs. Switzerland Women’s World Cup game.

I’ve been having a hard time but I was determined to put my grieving aside to somehow make the day special for him. Thankfully, Jerseyman’s dad left a message a few days ago saying we could push getting together for Father’s Day to this coming weekend. We’ve been having a hard time, wouldn’t be good company and being out to ‘celebrate’ felt far too painful yesterday. Bless Mom & Dad (Jerseyman’s parents) for understanding that we would need our space right now.

I left before Jerseyman woke up. I bought the tickets Saturday morning but we hadn’t spent a minute alone so printing the tickets was not going to be an easy task. Thankfully, I remembered a nearby convenience store had a little internet cafe (talk about a flash back) and I was able to print it there.

There’s a mall near our place so I went there to look for a card. Holy man, picking out cards was haaaaard! Why doesn’t Hallmark have a section for infertiles/embryo parents/parents who experience loss on Mother’s Day/Father’s Day? It took a lot of searching but I found two perfect cards: one from me and one from our angels.

The final stop was going to our favorite pub to buy a growler of his favorite beer. Unfortunately, they don’t sell it bottled (or in cans) anywhere but if you buy a $5 growler, you can get it filled up with whatever beer you’d like.

When I got home, Jerseyman was up so I set up his gifts and he managed to crack a smile (he loves presents!). He got really choked up when he read the card from the Three Musketeers. It broke my heart and caused me to start crying, so as we’ve been doing a lot the past few days, we held each other tightly and got through the wave of sadness together. He loved the coasters (he’s so weird/funny about always needing to use coasters so it was a fitting gift on so many levels). I was happy to have found an emotional equivalence to the awesome little plush superheros he got my for my birthday. The game tix were of course a hit but I think in the state we’re in, it felt more like relief to get out of the house.

We tried to have a good time at the game but it was hard at times. Thank God for sunglasses tho. It helped us hide the sadness and the tears that we choked back throughout the day. Oh, and thank God for beer. Did I mention I started my period yesterday? What a blow. On a happy note, we got to watch Canada beat Switzerland so it was a cool experience nonetheless.

I should get going here. I’m taking the week off work. I need to grieve and focus on healing (physically, mentally and emotionally). The only person I want to be around is Jerseyman and I’m happy not to have to deal with reality right now. I’ll likely be updating a lot in the coming days. I think it’ll be good for me.

Til next time.

Before the results

The morning of my first beta, I typed up a note on my phone while I was on my way to the appointment. I thought I would share it since the point of this blog is to document our journey so that our child will read it one day. Re-reading this was hard, given what’s happened, but I’m so glad I have it and I took the time to write these feelings out. That day was a joyous day and I never want to forget it:


June 11, 2015 – 6:50am

I’m on my way to my beta test. I’m still finding it hard to believe that we are finding out our results today. Everything moved so fast with this FET!

I think overall, I have been pretty calm during this wait but I have to admit, yesterday the nerves started building up and it turned into a combination of being anxious/nervous/excited. The fear of previous failures is hard to ignore but having this chance has filled my heart, mind and spirit with so much HOPE!

Since this is me just random thought processing on my phone en route to my beta, and not an actual post, I have to ask myself, do I think it worked?

My answer is YES!

I have never been pregnant so I have nothing to compare it to. I’ve also done minimal symptom spotting this cycle (with the exception of a few ridiculous times I consulted Dr. Google). It could also be that I’m having completely different side effects to the exact same meds I was on last time but if I’m being honest, this feels different.

In my gut and in my heart, I know I’m pregnant.

Typing that fills me with simultaneous joy and fear.

And as if God needed to give me a little extra reminder, I just got a notification from pinterest that one of my favorite pins got repinned.


Thank you for the morning smile and making my eyes well up God

The day before our egg retrieval, this pin got repinned a lot too. It’s the little reminders that fill my heart with hope and gratitude for my faith. I know God is looking out for me and our baby. He’s got this!This morning before I left, Jerseyman asked that we pray together. We held hands in the dark with our foreheads leaning on each other and he led us in a beautiful prayer. It made me well up.  We’re both so beyond ready to become parents. Lord willing, today will be a day of joy for us!

Wow. I don’t want to forget this. I always want to remember these moments. So ready to hear that you’ll be joining us, baby!