My due date was Nov. 11, 2017. Come Nov. 14, however, Winnie was nowhere to be seen–felt, and only in the most uncomfortable of senses, but, no, not seen.
I went to the OB for a check-up, and everything looked fine. She offered to “strip my membranes” to promote labor; I had never heard of the procedure before, but I definitely heard her say, “promote labor,” so I was all in.
Continue reading “My Birth Story.”
We don’t live here anymore, but this was the first home we made for Winnie, and I miss it.
We didn’t take nearly as many photos as we should have, but here’s a good one just for posterity.
I wasn’t entirely naive when we began trying to conceive (“TTC”). I had read enough to know that the whole “you will have sex, and you will get pregnant” mindset wasn’t much more than a high school scare tactic, and thinking anything otherwise would be incredibly insensitive to those who struggle to conceive.
Knowing this and bracing myself as I did, however, didn’t make the burden of infertility any less painful when it came to be.
Even now, in retrospect, I can’t quite think of a positive spin to put on it–“Trying” meant “not succeeding” and not succeeding in such a very personal and biological way is miserable through and through.
Continue reading “We Tried.”