I am planning for my first IUI in January. Yesterday, just broke up with (well, he broke up with me) the last in a long series of disappointing relationships/men. My plans for IUI were already in place having bought the vials in November.
Any thoughts, advice, support would be much appreciated.
Here is a little thing I wrote on Friday as the beginning of my journey. (Oh, I will be 39 in January, so really hoping I get a decent chance at this). I do sometimes still get scared! (both about not getting pregnant and just the magnitude of this choice).
For my unborn child ....
You helped me before you were even born. I hoped for you, prayed for you, yearned for you. When I decided I wanted to have you, suddenly, my work, study, and life came into focus. I had a discipline and a drive that I had been missing previously, all to prepare for your arrival.
I studied, organized my house, solidified my friendships, and mended broken relationships in my family. My interactions with my colleagues, my friends, even strangers, became lighter, all because of the hope and knowledge that you someday would arrive.
You are my son/daughter. You were desperately wanted and meticulously planned. You were so powerful that you could change my life before you were even conceived, before you were even but a few cells big. That is just how special you are.
You were meant to be, written into my life plans before I was even aware of you. You waited for the exact right time to come into my life. You arrived just at the time that I was best suited to care for you and nurture you into the amazing person that you would become.
You, my little nugget--with your beauty, your joy, your tenacity, and your insistence of being born--saved my life.
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