When I first started writing this blog, I got excited. I had so much to say! It was such fun to write again – all the letters hitting the page felt fantastic. I was documenting a new adventure in my life – something I’d been waiting a long time for. Hooray! Yay!

And then I got settled in and decided, now it’s time to publish it!

I suddenly felt totally panicked. Not that people wouldn’t like what I had to say – I was writing this for myself and my child first and foremost, and secondly for the people in my life that I wanted to keep up to date on how things were going. So what was it? I’m not entirely sure what gripped me for those few moments before I hit “publish” but it quickly faded away.

I shared the link on Facebook with a caption:

“Soooooooooooooooo. This is a thing that I’m doing.

Feel free to read along. Or don’t.”

I know. Poetic.

It was late at night on a Wednesday. I had a lot of Facebook “friends” – but it wasn’t like I actually spoke to those 600+ people on a regular basis. While I DO know and care about a lot of people, and have a pretty large social circle, I wouldn’t say I expected more than a handful of the friends I talk to on a regular basis to check out the blog or click the link.

WELL. 20 hours later, on Thursday evening, I had over 130 “likes/loves” and 40 something comments. People I hadn’t spoken to since high school suddenly started popping up in my email notifications that they had signed up for notifications. To say that I experienced an outpouring of sentiment was an understatement.

I was shocked. I was moved. I was amazed. I was excited. I noticed the counter on my blog of “visits” was almost 1,000 – what?!

Thank you to every single person who has said a kind word to me in person, or on that Facebook post. Thank you to everyone who wants to know about this experience. Thank you for asking for emails of new posts. I hope following along proves to be entertaining.

I’m sure there are people who have negative things to say, that not everyone will be excited for me. And that’s okay. Those people won’t dig into this blog, won’t follow along, won’t be involved, or they will just to be cranky about it. (You’ll notice that comments aren’t an option on here – even though sending me an email IS).

It’s a big deal to me that so many people are interested – I’ve already gotten some messages about friends that are going through infertility treatments, have friends that are in the process, or have gone through it in the past. When I spoke to Dr Scotchie about the idea, she said it was entirely possible that my talking about this would help people.

I have a firm belief that love between people is all that matters. And helping each other is one of the most basic ways people show love. Ram Dass is attributed to having said “We’re all just walking each other home” – which I love so much that I have it tattooed on my body and had my favorite artist Splinter Art Studios make me something amazing with it (top photo).

So thanks for all the people that care about me, and I hope that reading my story might help someone else – people I don’t even know – so that I can then care about them.