🌱 Waiting on the Trigger: Hope, Burden, and Faith

Today might be trigger day, with a possible egg retrieval on Saturday. I feel a mix of excitement and gratitude that I even have this chance—to try IVF and have insurance that covers the bulk of it.

Still, if I’m being honest, the additional fees are nerve-wracking. They’re a real financial burden for a family already feeling stretched. I have such respect for those who are able to do more than one round of IVF. It takes strength—emotional, physical, and financial—that not everyone has.

Being a mom is such an amazing experience. It’s one that grows you, stretches you, and teaches you that you can love another human being so deeply that you’d do anything to keep them safe. They come first, always.

But for me, the truth is: I don’t have the financial means to continue if this process doesn’t work the first time. And I so desperately pray that it does.

Between my mental health struggles, life’s daily stressors, and the hormone side effects—constant lingering headaches for someone who already battles chronic migraines, and sleep issues that seem to have worsened—I sometimes wonder how I even have the strength to keep going.

The last month has been a whirlwind of constant movement: early morning appointments, rushing out the door, arranging care for my toddler, and feeling like a burden to my family every time I have to ask for help.

It’s messy. It’s heavy. It’s real.

But even here—in the overwhelm, in the uncertainty—I remind myself:
✨ God is still working.
✨ This story isn’t finished yet.
✨ Tiny seeds of faith can grow into mighty miracles.