I had to endure shots, bruises, and all kinds of meds because when you are infertile and you seek fertility treatment for help, that is what you are in for. You are expensive and exhausting physically, emotionally, and mentally. Infertility, you drowned my heart in disappointment and agony. And truthfully, it was pretty painful every time I heard the words “I’m pregnant” from someone other than myself. And yet, in the midst of all of that — you brought me hope. Desiree is a mom to 3-year-old triplets. She is a mommy blogger and writes about all things motherhood including her infertility struggles, post-partum depression and anxiety, the good and the hard. She is uniquely vulnerable and a breath of fresh air in sharing honest mom truths. This post was republished with permission.
