I love breastfeeding. It’s one of my favourite things about being a mom. I have several favourite things of course, like the cuddles, the sound of his laughter, the way his face lights up when he sees me, watching him … Continue reading
As my son lies sleeping in my lap (on the breastfeeding pillow) and I awkwardly try typing over him on a keyboard propped against the bassinet that I’ve pulled close, I think once again about how much I miss sharing … Continue reading
The Two Week Wait… Some people find this two week wait excruciating. They start testing at 5 days past (dp) and then stress because they’re not sure if they see a line or don’t see a line, so they post … Continue reading
Olomouc in early morning fog… I woke the day after transfer in Olomouc (pronounced: Olomotz) and felt….no different. Of course, I was now officially considered Pregnant Until Proven Otherwise (PUPO), but I felt no different to the way I’d felt … Continue reading
March 30, 2017, continued… Having communicated with my future little one in my journal, I was feeling calmer and ready for what was to come next… though still a bit disconnected. Acupuncture: L the acupuncturist arrived on time at 9am. … Continue reading
March 30, 2017 – Transfer Day – Olomouc, Czech Republic How do I feel? I wish I could say I was excited. I wish I was excited. I don’t feel anything much at all really. It’s just another day. I woke … Continue reading
I am feeling grateful for my magnificent body. A wondrous feeling! On Friday, like clockwork, as expected my body produced the last period I will have before the transfer. Earlier in the week I had a few moments of panic … Continue reading
One thing that is freaking me out most of all is that NO ONE is telling me this is a bad idea. Not the Czech Republic part of the transfer, because a couple of friends have shown concern about this … Continue reading
The only catch with pursuing Embryo Adoption through the Czech Republic was that their laws are such that only a married couple can access these services. Male/female marriage to be precise. Thankfully, two of the clinics that I contacted (out … Continue reading
I’m terrible in a crisis. A personal crisis. Terrible. Fight. Flight. Freeze. My first instinct is Flight. As soon as a personal crisis happens I want to run away from it, it’s instinctual, primal even, everything in my body screams … Continue reading