In 5 months, I will be down in sunny Florida at Disney World, watching my five-year-old squeal in delight as she dines with her favorite princesses, dresses up in costumes to party with Mickey Mouse, and inhales her very first Dole whip. I’m so looking forward to this trip like nobody’s business. My inner child will unleash like a beast!
But it also means that in 5 months, I’ll [hopefully] be in my last cycle before we start the next level of fertility treatment, which will look like some kind of injectible medicine (likely Follistim) and an IUI.
Can I be completely honest for a moment?