🌱 First Steps: Beginning IVF Injections

Tonight, I started my first round of injections. I’m anxious, optimistic, and holding tight to faith that somehow, everything will work out. I keep picturing baby dust floating my way.

Menopur burns when injecting — the sting lingers for a moment or two, even after you’re done. Monday will bring another early morning, even on my day off, for labs and another ultrasound. I’m learning that taking things one day at a time keeps me steady.

Still, I can’t help but worry. Will my terrible sleep hygiene affect this process? I think it’s just negative thoughts trying to sway me down a darker path, but the fear is real. Next up, I’ll be watching for any side effects the doctors warned me about — and waiting to hear what the next steps are.

This journey is new to me. I conceived my son naturally, without expecting it. Now, I find myself wrapping my head around diminished ovarian reserve and the last two years of feeling like my body just gave up on me. It’s hard not to blame myself, to think I’m the reason we haven’t conceived again.

But even in that grief, I circle back to gratitude.

Gratitude for my son — my first blessing.

Gratitude for the way he made me a mom.

Gratitude for the way he shows me unconditional love, even in the middle of tantrums.

Even in uncertainty and anxiety, I remain grateful for all that I have — and for all that is yet to come.

Because even now, tiny seeds of faith can grow into mighty miracles.