It’s happening.
Like… actually happening.
After what feels like 47 years of talking, planning, Googling, and me dramatically sighing into the void, we’re officially starting the IUI process.
I always imagined this moment would feel cinematic — soft lighting, inspirational music, maybe a gentle breeze blowing my hair like I’m in a fertility-themed shampoo commercial. Instead, I’m a chaotic blend of terrified, excited, hopeful, nauseous, and “did I leave the stove on?” energy.
Apparently, when something truly matters, your brain throws a surprise party and invites every emotion you’ve ever had.
💛 The Weight of “Finally” (It’s Heavy, Okay?)
“Finally” is such a tiny word for something that carries so much.
It holds every appointment, every month of “maybe?”, every moment I wondered if my body got the memo about the assignment. It holds the quiet fears I didn’t always say out loud, and the hope I kept tucked away like a fragile little secret.
But “finally” also feels like a door cracking open.
Like the universe shrugging and saying, Alright, girl. Let’s give this a shot.
🤍 Doing This Together
One thing keeping me grounded is my husband — the human equivalent of a weighted blanket.
He’s calm where I’m spiraling, steady where I’m vibrating with nerves, and somehow manages to make me laugh even when I’m clutching a fertility clinic pamphlet like it’s a hostage situation.
We’re walking into this as a team:
- Me: emotional raccoon with a planner
- Him: supportive golden retriever with a driver’s license
Honestly? It works.
🌈 Holding Two Feelings at Once (Apparently That’s Allowed)
I used to think fear meant doubt.
Now I’m learning fear can also mean this is important. That excitement and anxiety can sit together like two toddlers fighting over the same toy. That hope doesn’t have to be neat or tidy — it can be messy, loud, and a little sweaty.
So yes, I’m scared.
But I’m also excited in a way that feels electric — like the good kind of roller coaster, not the kind that makes you question your life choices.
✨ What Comes Next (Besides Me Stress-Eating)
I don’t know how this journey will unfold.
I don’t know how many twists or turns are ahead. But I do know this: we’re moving forward. We’re trying. We’re giving ourselves a chance.
And that feels brave.
And hopeful.
And a little miraculous.