So you know when people build things up so your expectations become huge and then you actually do/visit/see what was built up and it falls REALLY short of expectations? Yeah, well I’m not sure if that’s what happened in this situation or if there were other things at play – or if as I always say, it is what it is.
I legitimately forget sometimes that my daughter used to live as a boy. In our everyday routine of school, homework, video games, chores, dinner together, and finding lost shoes, my daughter is just wholly, completely, and happily my daughter. We admire Jazz Jennings in our household. A lot. We talk about transgender heroes and role
Two weeks ago, we got the phone call giving us the green light to move ahead with the IVF process. Huge, right? This week, we’ll attend an IVF info session, and we’ll hopefully begin discussing the details with our fertility doctor at an appointment later in the month. In the meantime, I’ve decided to start
In the weeks leading up to our infertility appointments, I am the poster child for organization. I’ve made the appointment, gone online to do some research about whatever stage we’re at or test we’re getting, checked our insurance policy to see if we’re covered for this visit, laid out any paperwork that needs to be