Harvest Time

It's funny how infertility changes a person.  Before suffering from it myself, I never understood how women could go psycho, steal babies from other women, go "insane"  BUT then, infertility happened to me.  After two and a half years of monthly unsuccessful attempts I finally understood those women.  Not that all infertile women go "crazy" but your broken heart and sense of defeat and deficiency alters your state of being.

My second year of infertility was the worst.  I no longer enjoyed going to church or my "happy place," Target; I no longer enjoyed going out to eat, going on long walks, talking with friends.  I despised all holidays, work, and even my own family. All of it was a reminder that I was childless.  I spent hours in bed crying myself to sleep.  I spent hours in the shower and sitting on the tub ledge just sobbing, praying for a positive result "this" month.  Positive results never came.

After two and a half years, we sought out Dr. Jarrett, a fertility specialist.  Our treatment started immediately.  A year ago today, August 8th, my eggs were harvested.  Fifteen eggs were harvested.  All of them were inseminated. Then began the grueling wait to see how many would become embryos...