Here’s my story. It’s going to be cut short and sweet. (Hopefully)

My idea of becoming a young mom was ideally at 23. This is what I wanted to happen and believed it would. But it didn’t, I went through 6 years of infertility. I cried passing by water parks, going to baby showers, hearing about positive pregnancy tests, people avoiding sharing their happiness to me, going to parties and getting asked about children etc. I saw and heard it all. And trust me it goes on and on. But what I wanted to say was, “ It just hasn’t f*cking happened”. Because every damn second I was thinking about it non stop. 

Eventually my situation changed. I was happily married and infertility wasn’t there anymore and BAM I was pregnant with my son Grady. It was an absolute emotional and unexplainable happy experience. So next step was to add a sibling. But no! I was going into early menopause at 32. So now I can’t have a child of my own AGAIN! (What the f*ck, seriously?) So my only viable option was either egg adoption or embryo for our situation. And I absolutely loved pregnancy and breastfeeding so I knew those were our best options. Especially since I can still carry a baby, but just can’t make my own. I have literally gone through infertility almost my entire adulthood. I am ready to have our last babe for Grady to have a full time sibling and complete our family.