In Matthew, Jesus said that if we have the faith even as small as a mustard seed, a mountain will move. He isn't asking for complete faith. He isn't asking for the world. Just a tiny bit of faith. Just an outstretched hand. The smallest inclination of trust.
Hi my little Bumblebee, It’s been a while.
Infertility is really hard. It’s also pretty lonely. Through this process, I have been really outspoken. I’ve posted things on social media. I’ve never left it out of conversation, and I am blatant about our struggles when people ask questions. I’ve made a lot of friends that way. People have reached out to me to say “me too.” I have a network now. Different infertility diseases, different points in the process, different religions, different ideas. But we all are infertile.
Someone said insanity is doing something more than once and expecting a different result. So why am I trying a 33rd time?
If one more person tells me some version of “just be patient” again, I might make them a hospital patient.
“Don’t lose hope!”
Thinking about expanding our family revolves around spreadsheets and budgeting tools. It revolves around calculators and FSA accounts and numbers that start to swim together on the screen as my eyes well up with tears.