So I have done a lot of thinking as to why pregnancy loss is something that is so hidden away in the darkness. One (of many conclusions) I have created is that because it’s such a delicate, emotional experience, people have a difficult time responding supportively to it. When you believe deep inside that nothing you can do or say can make a situation better, there is a HUGE chance that something awkward, inappropriate, or unrelated will naturally come out of your mouth.
My surgery and experience was nowhere near immobilizing, but it definitely took a toll on my physical self (lots of bed rest and food cravings…definitely gained some weight, haha!). From the moment I had surgery until my HCG levels reached 0, I had to stop taking vitamins (for risk of interaction with the Methotrexate), no working out (for fear of injury/muscle soreness that could be mistaken for ectopic pregnancy pains), no swimming or baths (to avoid possible infection post-surgery), no bedroom activities (if you know what I mean *wink*)…and SO. MANY. RULES.
Who doesn’t love a good fall cocktail?! I feel extremely blessed to have married a man who enjoys being my very own spontaneous bartender. He makes an unbelievable Moscow Mule (among other things). Last year, he started experimenting with different flavors and really trying to create seasonal mules (which I have reaped all the benefits of). We are super excited to showcase one of our favorite fall cocktails: a Caramel Apple Mule.
The same day I peed on 7 sticks and celebrated our conception, my doctor called me with results of our fertility testing. Before he could tell me the results, I interrupted him and told him the news. I think he was truly just as excited as me!
Imagine this (if you even have to imagine): all of your family and friends are posting adorable photos of themselves apple and pumpkin picking on every social media outlet imaginable. All you want to do when you see those photos is jump on that “basic” bandwagon and post pictures of your own! Well, when you live in the Midwest, you get some pretty gorgeous fall days- leaves are changing into various shades of reds, oranges, yellows, greens, and browns, the air is crisp but the sun is still warm, and really, the weekends are meant for fall festivities, right? Do yourself a favor, take advice from the girl who had her first apple picking experience at the age of 26, and JUMP ON THAT BANDWAGON! It truly is a whole lot of fun.
Let’s back up and bring this topic to fruition a little. When my (now) husband asked me when I would like to have kids, I responded with “10 years ago.” I truly have always wanted to be a mom (which is probably why I take my role as Mom to my dog so seriously).
After trying for 9 consecutive months to conceive, I finally got a positive pregnancy test…or 7 in the same day because I seriously couldn’t believe my eyes and decided to pee on 7 sticks as if it was some kind of mistake! I even got to surprise my husband that same evening when he got home from work AND celebrate what we worked so hard for! It almost seemed too good to be true that day.