The Post That Took Me 39 Weeks to Write

I have tried to come here and write this post countless times over the past ten months.

My fingers would freeze, I'd start to cry, and I'd shut the computer off.

That cycle back in October, the one where I went to my follicle scan, missed my ovulation and cancelled my IUI cycle?

I ate my doubtful words, because I became pregnant.

It has been 39 weeks filled with more anxiety than I ever thought possible, with the tiniest bit of excitment bubbling underneath the surface.

There were countless doctors appointments, about 20 something ultrasounds (each one with a good amount of tears both before and afterwards), 270 Lovenox injections, blood draws galore and one blessed and beyond scary delivery that I'll talk about later.

I literally never thought I'd be here. All the losses without answers left me empty and at times without hope. People had started telling me maybe I should just give up and live my life with Nora and be happy.

I'm glad I didn't give up. I hope no one gives up.

Avery Eliana was born July 12...healthy and happy and a perfect rainbow baby girl...