My Fertility Journey

Had you asked me 10 years ago if there was such a thing as “trying too hard,” I would have growled, “Fuck no. You could never try too hard,” then promptly returned to gargling glass, or whatever self-imposed fertility torture I was engaging in. Ask me that question today and you will get a dramatically […]

I know I am always in your face about thinking differently on your journey. I do it because I fucking love you. If I can save you a trip to Unnecessary Pain Town, with a nugget of wisdom here and an f-bomb laden missive there, I will. The other day I began wondering however, “Is

Over the weekend, while going KonMari on my closet, I stumbled upon a few relics that transported me back to one of the most insane times in my life… Studying for the California Bar exam. 10 weeks. 12-hour study schedule. Countless anxiety dreams. And… …the unforgettable sound of BARBRI Professor Peter Honigsberg tirelessly pleading with

The isolation we feel on this journey sucks, doesn’t it? There were moments on my own journey I would have given my right arm to be seen, heard, and held by another woman who really GOT my pain. Not someone who pretended to understand. Not someone who pitied me. (FUCK THAT.) And, definitely not “Babydust678910”

I have to admit, I’m still in the afterglow of the French Riviera. Not just because of the scenery, the food, or the much needed vacay. My trip gave me an opportunity for some serious quiet time to think and reflect. The thought and reflection was amplified by being with women who show up in

As I write this, I am staring out onto the beach in Cannes. French Riviera baby! I have to admit, I never thought motherhood would include this kinda shit. Solo Mom trip. Loads of HELL YES. Zero guilt. My old programming would have shot down such notions with a disgustingly sarcastic and negative, “You can’t

I’m flying to Paris, then Nice, France today for my first solo-Mama trip since Asher was born (almost 11 months ago.) I’m meeting a friend, who is also a miracle Mama, and we are going to drive around Provence and the Cote d’Azure–with no kids or husbands in tow! I know some people might judge

By now you know I did a lot of crazy shit on my journey. I bet you’ve done some of the same. (Admit it–you are as nuts as I am!) Things got real interesting however, when I made the conscious choice to subvert the shame-based, “you can’t” conditioning we typically get on this journey. Prepare

I will never forget the exact moment I decided to trust myself on this journey. I was sitting in my fertility doctor’s office, listening to the post mortem spiel about why my IVF cycle had failed. It was a parade of everything that was “wrong” with me–poor responder, OLD, few options. (I’m not sure I