I don’t want to get out of bed on my 30th birthday. My soul feels bruised in some places, fractured in others. I have been adrift in the sea of infertility treatments for five years. I have ridden the waves of hope with my husband Dan, only to be pulled down into an undertow of disappointment. We have come to the end of available procedures, discharged by the specialists. We are not candidates for IVF. For us it is over, until it is not over.
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