My Bad

Dear Universe,

I don't really think you hate me. I wasn't in a happy place when I blamed you for that. You've been very good to me in a lot of other aspects in my life. I'm healthy, I have a great family and awesome friends.

What I have learned about infertility, or at least, the inability to get pregnant easily, is that it doesn't matter how much money you have, or your social standing, when it comes to this, there's an even playing field. While you can be affluent enough to be able to afford IVF or even adoption, no amount of money can MAKE you pregnant.

I'm taking a breath, regrouping, looking for an egg donor and hoping, dear Universe, that you'll still look out for me and find it in your huge heart to give me my baby...soon.

N x

My New Thing

If I see a pregnant woman, I'm going to stand near her and breathe in her pheromones. My germophobia is going to take a back seat for this experiment.

I figure, it can't hurt and maybe, just maybe it'll work...

N x