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Hello, and welcome to the blog.

This is the blog detailing my journey with infertility. It is rather raw. It swears a lot. There are nitty-gritty medical details. I talk about blood and Fallopian tubes, vaginas, discharge, infertility, my feelings, pregnancy loss, the unfairness of the Universe, and more. If that's not your cuppa tea, that's fine. You may not find a lot of hope in these pages, but you may find that you're not alone in your struggles, which is the reason I've made this a public blog rather than a private journal.

If you're on your own journey to motherhood, I hope your journey is easy and fruitful. If it's not, and you're here to commiserate, then I hope something in these pages helps you.

We have not succeeding in conceiving a viable pregnancy. I truly hope for a happily ever after to share with you all one day. But we're not there yet. We may not be there for a very, very long time. Or ever.

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