Real Talk...

    I have been so consumed today with the tiny humans in my life that I haven’t even thought about my blog! I don’t have a topic today and I am not sure where this will go! So that should be fun! 

 

    I can’t wait to be a mom someday! Whether a miracle happens and I have my own or I adopt, I think that one day I can make a great mom! I have been mothering kids since I was 13 years old! 

 

    Keagan made me an auntie first and he’s now 15! and now I have 6 others! That is absolutely mind blowing to me!

 

    Let’s make today’s topic about infertility and the tragedy of being told at a young age that the chances of you having a successful pregnancy is slim to none.

 

    

 

 

    I have had issues with my period since I started it at age ten. 

 

    I know that there are deciding factors on your period. Every single woman is different.

 

    Personally, I was overweight, had a inconsistent diet and my body was working against me. 

 

    I’ve been in and out of doctors offices my entire life.

 

    Allergies, tuned out to be dermatitis herpetiformis, celiacs disease! This wasn’t determined easily! I went through MANY tests, lots of blood draws and months of being miserable before I was diagnosed. 

 

    Seasonal allergies- literally the worst.

 

    Glasses- Hey four eyes, you’re kinda cute! 

 

    Depression- Self explanatory. 

 

    Anxiety-Literally my brain attacking my every thought, emotion and body and soul! 

 

    Extremely heavy periods: Literally could barely leave the house for 10 days a month because It was BAD! 

 

    Skipped periods: I would go MONTHS and MONTHS with no period. 

 

    That turned into severe pain and BLOOD CLOTS. 

 

    The. Size. Of. Actual. Baseballs. 

 

    Painful.

 

    Then that turned into more tests and a diagnosis of Endometriosis and then later Poly-cystic ovarian syndrome. 

 

    Which lead to infertility talk. 

 

    Being told at age 19 that the chances of having a successful pregnancy is around 2-3% is absolutely CRUSHING! 

 

    Insert a NEW kind of depression. 

 

    I have always had a vision of having a family of my own and now I’m 28 and I’m the only one in my family that hasn’t had any kids. It’s extremely isolating. And the way the others look at you has a tendency to make you feel really small as well. 

 

    Anyway, I don’t give up that easily and there are things that can be done. I just had to find someone on the planet though that isn’t a serial killer, psycho, freak who also happens to find me attractive... not that I think that person exists, but not losing hope! 

 

    Anyway, Happy Monday! I hope your weeks are all blessed!

 

 

XOXO