“Welcome to this movement of warriors!” One of my closest friends said this when I told her I was embarking on IVF. It was an instant infusion of belonging and empowerment. Before I even started IVF treatment, I needed a break to wrap my mind around the fact that this would be my fertility ; that I would have a journey alone was a lot to process.
I kept thinking about all the ways I’ve tried to live a natural lifestyle and how I thought this part of my life would unfold naturally too. But things began to click when my sister told me to think about the treatments as enhancements to a natural process. I found myself with a newfound admiration for modern medicine, as well as immense gratitude to have both geographic and economic access to IVF—something I do not take for granted, especially at this .
Taking that break set me up for what was to come. The headline thus far has been that I have deeply refined my tools: sleep, healthy eating, faith, , vitamins, acupuncture, and knowing who I can confide in when I need to. I have accepted that there are more questions than answers, which at different has triggered everything from anguish to elation.
But as I’ve focused my attention on the day-to-day experience of IVF treatment, a few answers have crystalized: Lots of things. Yes and no. A resounding YES—more than I knew, in fact.
Before my first injection, I spent hours envisioning how I would grab the skin a little to the left of my belly with one hand and inject the syri.
