This month marks 2.5 years since Russ and I decided to start trying for baby #2 (I don't really like putting it like that, because believe me, this little soul is already so much more than just a number to us). This journey has been longer then expected and filled with twists and turns. It has also helped me to grow in explainable ways. I'm finding strength I never knew I had. It's the strength to take another pill, endure another ultrasound, hope for the future and prepare for the possible disappointments. As with most women who struggle to conceive, I never thought it would be this difficult to grow our family. I'm not yet at the place where I can say I'm thankful for it, but I believe one day I will be. The day will come when I'm holding our baby in my arms and telling Carter, "Here is your baby sister/brother." On that day, in that moment, I know the journey will be 100% worth every tear, every heartache, every dollar and every restless night.
So onward and upward! I am at the beginning of a new cycle and this time I'll be taking the fertility drug Letrozole/Femara. Those who are Clomid resistant often have great success with it and I'm planning to be one of those people.
Here's to a new cycle, these little magic pills and the soul that I still believe is trying to get to us.
I won't give up if you don't, little one.
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