Not an Organic Fairy Tale - stories about real life shit

Yesterday is over. Thankfully. We retrieved only 2 eggs from the IVF Egg Retrieval. Although there ARE TWO, and there are still hope for those 2, statistically speaking the likelihood of a mature and quality egg that fertilizes and continues to experience the appropriate cell development long enough to make it to PGS testing, and then make it through PGS testing without findings, and then freezes, and then is transfers to successfully turn into a pregnancy is lower … when there are only 2. IVF cycles are a game of numbers, the more eggs you get, the better the odds because at each step of the cycle you should expect to lose 50% of your viable population - at least that’s what I was told. But then again, it only takes 1 and Gigi is proof of that.  I felt so positive about this cycle. I felt like I did everything possible to put myself in the best mental space - the social media and news cleanse, the meditation, journaling, editing vegetables, avoiding stress as much as possible - ...

I’ve never done a juice cleanse before. I have zero desire to deprive myself of delicious solid foods and instead substitute for celery juice laced with parsley and a liquified carrot. I’m not really one for diets either, I’ve always believed that moderation is key - you can have the cream filled donut, but you don’t need 2 and you certainly don’t need it every weekend.  Now, this is not to say that I don’t love going to the local juice bar with my 2 year old and getting a freshly squeezed juice when it’s 100 degrees out. We do this often and I love a sweet greens juice every once in awhile and I rely on them for her to get the only vegetables she’ll ingest, but I’m not about to go all dramatic and do a cleanse.  Despite all this, I feel that it is time for a different kind of cleanse. I have been cleansing from all forms of media. That’s right, I’m on a facebook, instagram, and general news hiatus. It’s not that I’m ignorant and want to be in the dark about what’s going o...

I love it how… This is dedicated to my sweet and spunky two year old daughter. It is an ever present intention of mine to delight in the smallest things in life that bring joy. I think there is so much gratitude to be found if you focus on all of the little things rather than chasing some an elusive enigma of happiness. Happiness is a byproduct of joy. Gigi brings us joy every moment, and I want to look back and remember some of the sweetest things that used to bring us smiles - because even though this represents so much of our life today, I never want these memories to fade.  I love it how you have these little favorite things, like bumble bees, lady bugs, ants, puffer fish, and butterflies and when you see them in books or clothes, or any place really - you shriek with excitement. I wish I could bottle up the pure joy that you feel in these moments and experience it for the rest of my life.  I love it how your imagination is ripening every day and you are learning how to ‘p...